Inherit The Witch Novels & Stories

That our fate has been intertwined together, reaping the best benefits of Bergarian. “I now bless you both,” her eyes lit up to a bright blue, “with the power of Hecate herself, the blessing of perseverance, loyalty to the land, and the return of the dragon lineage. You may go in peace, feel the spirit of Hecate, and listen to her words.” The witch’s eyes glowed brightly until they finally dimmed. Looking at my Odessa, her eyes glowed just as bright, causing me to jerk my head back. The witch smiled, closing her book. “Now get out of here and go party, you bunch of kinky freaks,” she cackled.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

I wondered what it was that made him vow to keep all Endorian witches safe. It got me thinking about another thing. If I was the last of them, it meant that someone in my bloodline was probably a witch as well. I hadn’t thought about that yet. “My mother,” I asked suddenly. “Did you know her?” I could only be a witch through her, right? “It wasn’t your mother who was the witch,” he told me. “You inherited your powers from your father’s side of the family. His mother was an Endorian, but she died a long time ago.”

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

Agatha hesistated but then she sighed, “If you wish to save her, you must undo what was done. You must journey to the Seven Mountains. Deep within them, in a hidden valley, lives the one who cast the original spell. The witch.” Killian turned and stared at her in disbelief. “That’s impossible. The witches… their clans are extinct. I made sure of it. During my father’s reign, I led the raids myself.” The memory was dark and bloody. He had been young, fierce, following his father’s orders to protect pack lands from their dark powers.

I recently got a scholarship into Blackfrost Academy which only made my plans and goals so much easier. My one goal in life is to avenge my people's death, infiltrate the academy and get close to the only heir of the Thorneval bloodline who slaughtered my family till what remained was just a little girl thirsty for the enemy's blood. Here I am, Cressida Ashcroft Virelai . The only surviving witch of the Ashcroft bloodline. I've learnt how to suppress my powers for eleven good years and it wasn't easy. I couldn't let everything I've worked for for so many years go down the drain all because of these wretched rouges.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

"Get him on a leash, girl, you got it in you to get him in line." She winked at me as Kiara chuckled. "Thank you, Raihana." I smiled slightly, and she gave me a nod before she chanted a spell. A wave of power filled the room, before she vanished. Being the eldest granddaughter of Endora, she was the one to inherit that magic. Witchcraft was passed down from eldest daughter to eldest daughter. Endora herself never had a daughter, so it went down to her first granddaughter. She was a powerful witch, and the Luna of a pack as well.

. "The ancient covens. I thought we purged you from the earth. I thought your kind died out." "You thought many things, old man," the third witch sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "And you were wrong about them all. We survived. We learned to evolve. We waited. And now it is our time." "You are in Sama Arthur," Crayons Arthur told him, the realization striking him like a body punch. "She found you out. She took you under her wing. That's the old magic. That's how she's doing this." "She is the true inheritor of her mother's blood," the first witch confirmed, her voice thick with a gentle respect. "She carries the true power. The power to heal, and the power to destroy. And she has ch