How To Kill A Witch Novels & Stories

She asks me, "What are you going to do about her?" "Well, how do you get rid of a witch?" "From what I remember, you have to have a picture of the person afflicted in your head and it helps to have an object of theirs too. Then you make a circle of salt, place a candle in the middle and light it, say a certain incantation and then blow the candle out. When he wakes up the next morning, the curse or spell should be lifted." I sit quiet for a minute and then ask, "Do you know the incantation?"

I murmured before bending down and taking his head in my hand, and with a jerk, I dismembered his head away from his body as blood started to ooze out in all the directions. Looking at the witch's head in my hand, I gathered some dried leaves before burning the head into the fire pit that I had lighted with my powers. Killing the witch done successfully. Now deciding on who to sacrifice.

Who wouldn’t be? Andrius and Leo held both hands of the sorcerer. They did not shift into their wolf forms to fight the witch. They could defeat her with their human forms. The sorcerer tried to free herself from their grasp, but they didn’t let her go. Callister went in front of the witch. “This is your biggest mistake.” After he said that, he broke the witch’s neck. But it didn’t end there, because the witch could survive if they did not burn her body with fire and turn her into ashes. That was the only way to kill a witch.

The last few months had seen them reconnect, even if she had been unwilling to admit it to herself. He couldn’t die. Not like this. Not while she carried his child. Not when she could see all that he was willing to throw away for her. She didn’t need any further proof of his loyalty. He simply couldn’t die. She didn’t mind using all her magic. She didn’t care about the consequences. She heard the voice of her witch mentor clearly in her mind: Crystalizing your power, manifesting it as a physical substance that’s the only way to truly kill a vampire. It’s an ancient witch technique that has long been forgotten. It’s dangerous and can kill you if not done properly.

I shielded my pack and myself and kept on chanting as I killed the witches. ‘That one with the red hair! Capture her alive!’ Blaise yelled in my head and I threw the full force of my magic into my next chant. “Yppa vǫlva ok leggja framr,” I said as I lifted the witch into the air and pulled her to me. She landed with a thud at my feet and I placed my foot on her neck with force as I killed the other witches. I heard the anguished screams of the ones suffering from Harper’s poison and the muzzles of my pack were coated in blood.

I implored. Amelia looked up, “That’s the tricky part. If they have the powers from just one of the scalps, they aren’t truly dead when you think they are. To kill a witch, you’d need to burn the body. And to kill a werewolf, you need a weapon of silver. So if you plan on killing a witchwolf, you’d need to combine both elements and stab its heart in wolf form with a silver knife, then burn the body until the silver melts into its heart.” Valerie turned to me with worry set on her face. “The slain witchwolves we buried - they’re not really dead, are they?”

“Listen, we have thought of a plan. You just have to help us figure it out…” “What’s your plan?” she asked, her eyes already glassy. “We need to get rid of her. We need to find a way to hurt her enough to be gone. For good,” I said. Her eyes closed, as if my question was her death sentence. And she somehow couldn’t escape it. A tear slipped out of her eyes. Then she opened them, meeting mine. “The best way to hurt a witch enough to get rid of them is by summoning them with a fire ritual using her birth-given name.”

The lady bows at Myra. "Kill them all." Myra's voice is weak but commanding, and in seconds, the witch turns around and begins fighting off the other witches. Ken turns around staring hard at the witch that had just turned around and began killing her own kind. He stares back at Myra who looked weak and had rest on a rock to hold her balance. In seconds, one of the witches killed the one who Myra had confessed and Kendrick plunged his knife into her. "Who are you?." Kendrick turned back to the strange girl who had done something to one of the witches that made her to kill her own.

I drop her lifeless body to the ground and look around the swirling wind for my next victim. Another witch appears in front of me and shoves me backwards with a gust of wind. Planting my feet on the ground I fight against the gust as much as I possibly can. Pushing forward, one foot in front of the next until I am standing directly in front of her. Reaching out, I grab her shoulders and throw her into the gust of wind that she created. Her body looks like a rag doll as the wind tosses her into the wall opposite of me. Her body hits the wall causing her spell to die down around me.

She busts out of the rope and rises to her feet. “Who told you could kill him? This body loves him.” “Master!!” The witch screams. I look over to see his hand on the ground, a clean cut. “Kill her.” “What about the plan?” “I don’t care about the plan; kill her now!” I grunt, unable to move as the witch turns to her. “You’ll pay for harming my master.” “And who’s going to make me pay. You?” Elina asks, amused. “Yes!!” She shouts before a strong gush of wind rush through the room, stirring everything. Her eyes turn black as she throws a spell across the room that Elina quickly neutralizes with the swipe of her hand. The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens.