How To Kill A Witch Novels & Stories

“That alone warrants a death sentence under the old laws.” My stomach drops. I say nothing. I just sit there, my back straight, my chest tight. The priest exhales slowly, like he’s weighing something unseen. “There are ways to expose her,” he says. My heart stutters. He lists them calmly. Certain herbs that react violently to witchcraft. Ritual salts that burn through masked scents. Sacred ash that forces spells to unravel on contact. Old moon chants that strip lies from the body—but destroy the voice of the one who speaks them.

Alpha lunged at her but before he reached her, She snapped her fingers and she made all of them choke with her magic. The air ceased. Alpha’s breath choked in his throat. Dante dropped to his knees while holding his chest. Kael clawed at his neck. Onika gasped, coughing hard. The witch held her hand up in the air, by so doing, she was vehemently restricting their air flow. It took a moment. “That’s enough!” she shouted. “If you could stop trying to kill me for one minute, I’ll explain!”

“He’s dying. You have to help him.” The witch’s expression softened, though there was a flicker of something—worry? recognition?—in her gaze. “Bring him into the circle. And do not step outside it. Not for anything.” Aria dragged Killian to the center, laying him carefully on the mossy earth. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, and she gripped his hand desperately. The witch knelt and began placing bundles of dried herbs around them, whispering words in a language that sent a shiver up Aria’s spine. The air grew heavy, charged, as though the ground itself was awakening.

But before I could, Zander, who had been quiet the whole time, finally broke his silence. He sighed, running a hand over his jaw as if trying to steady himself. His eyes held no panic, only a tired seriousness. Lucas turned to him at once, almost desperate. “Then how do we kill her?” His question filled the silence with weight, and every eye landed on Zander. But before he answered, another voice cut through. Isla’s mom. She had been quiet, listening without interruption, but now her voice was calm and steady. “What are the only things that can kill a witch for real?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she already knew the answer but wanted confirmation.

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.

“Today will be your downfall.” The wolves screamed as the witch chanted a spell. This was a cue on Christine to kill the witch. Witches cannot fight back when their hex exchange with a soul. And on cue, with a grimace expression, she chanted the same spell, but faster. She pointed her finger on the witch and before the latter could kill the gamma, she casted the spell to herself.

The witch toyed with the heavy rings on her fingers, then finally looked up. “You can’t kill her. She’s protected by the gods of fate.” Mira’s mouth twisted in frustration. “Then what?” The witch leaned in, her smile widening. “You make her dead to him. Strip her aura. Twist what he sees.” Mira blinked. “How?” “You’ll need a strand of her hair,” the witch said. “Bring it to me. I’ll craft two potions. One you drink, one you slip into her food. It will destroy her beauty and poison her aura. The Prince will turn from her like spoiled milk.”

I heard the witch’s neck snap, and to everyone’s horror, Kaiya’s hand curled into the deadly claw of her wolf just before she punched through the witch’s chest and ripped out her heart. Triumphant, my mate got to her feet and dropped the still beating heart to the floor, grinding it into the dirt under her boot. The heart popped open like a ripe boil, oozing black blood into the earth. The witch let out a scream that threatened to crack my back teeth and let go of her last breath. “Tsk,” I clucked my tongue. “Damn. Why did you do that?” “You have to kill them properly,” Kaiya said and wiped her bloody hand on the witch’s skirt, “or they just come back to life.”

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

[KILL WHAT'S LEFT] The witch let out a flash of blue light from both hands. The light morphed into a sword held in her hand. The witch did not realise that there was another wolf sneaking up behind her. In one breath, the wolf behind her pounced on the nape of the witch's neck and broke it.