His Blazing Witch Novels & Stories

Blaze's voice rumbled, a vehement defense of his mate resonating through the hall, challenging the elders' biased stance. "We insist on rejecting her, not solely because of her status as a witch. She is entirely unhinged and out of control. Your mother possessed a mastery over her powers, and she lacks that!" "No!" Blaze growls, the scorn in his voice unmistakable. "You're afraid that she would wield too much power, much like me. It's the fear of what you can't control. Are you truly prepared to experience the sensation of me losing control? I can be a lethal force when I'm mad!"

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

' He pressed it with added pressure, piercing shallowly on my skin. 'Nooo! ' A series of cracking sound resonated through clearing, gasps and awes following there after. He turned around, dropping his knife and unblocking my view towards my mate. Blue flames enveloped her entire body. Crack after crack could be heard and all we could do was to watch with our mouths open as my little witch's body was replaced by that of an enraged beast. A white wolf with raging red eyes.

The one who betrayed her own family, her mate and daughter to marry Norman Braylle and maintain her power as the luna of this pack. Her true face now displayed, revealing the face that once belonged to the mother I knew, the mother I loved. “How dare you...” She was swirling her hands in circular motions, conjuring balls of fire in both hands as she pointed them to me and Damien. “I am the most powerful witch this world has ever known, and you will be the first to taste my wrath!!” She then flung those balls of fire towards us, and adrenaline courses through me as I abruptly lifted my hands, catching them just in time before they landed on our own bodies.

My witch. The word punched through my skull for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. My witch. I’d always known she carried it—something old, something rare, something the rest of the world would destroy or exploit if they ever sensed it. I thought I had more tune before it awakened, I’d prepared for slow shifts, small bursts, subtle flares. Not this. Not the ground cracking open beneath her feet, not the purple blaze swallowing rogues whole, not the wind she summoned with a flick of her fingers that sent warriors—full-grown wolves—sliding backward across stone like feathers.

he informed her while looking into her eyes and with a careless flick of his wrist, the small flame landed on the wood. The fire raced towards the centre with a roar and Helena closed her eyes as the flames surrounded and consumed her, her dying screams, filling the night air.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

My wolves watch their queen, ready to jump into action at the slightest indication that something is off, but so far the witches have been nothing but courteous, almost nice even. Just before three a.m. two male witches disappear into the hut where they’re keeping Blaire, reappearing with her a minute later. The erstwhile high priestess walks towards the pyre, her head held high. “It ends tonight,” she whispers and smiles at me. “There will be no fire.” My stomach twists into knots. What did she do? As long as she’s alive, my mate’s in danger…and she’s not dead yet. I can feel Willow’s tension and fear radiating from her, and it drives Dario insane with concern. “We should get her,” he says.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

Than I remember: The witch! She stabbed me, killed me.. I slowly get on my feet, the witch sees me and gasp." how? I killed you! You should be dead!" she screams as fear fill the room and those monsters that are surrounding us start to come my way. Suddenly rage fills me and I see fire like literally fire everywhere and everyone that was aproching me is catched by the flames, my flames. I control them? I look at the witch and imagine how it would look like if she burns, but nothing happens like she has a shield or something and I get furious.