Inherit The Witch Novels & Stories

Not to mention, when my mom talked like that, I knew it was serious. Not many people know this, but my mom is a witch. It’s not the kind you see in movies like The Craft; it’s the true kind with healing spells and the gift of sight. There is no evil in what our family does. We're healers and use our power to help people in need, an elite clan of witches that roam secretly throughout the US. We are known for our strength, with the lineage passed down to a single female daughter. I, Kamari Ostyn, will be the one to inherit those powers. Well, if I am blessed by the Goddess enough to receive them.

"Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense." My heart pounded against my ribs. It sounded exactly like the darkness. Exactly like what I had experienced during the battle. Rose continued reading, her voice a low mumble. "A witch's powers can only be obtained through heredity. A witch can only be born from a witch. A witch can only be a witch if her parents are witches." I let out a sigh of relief, a wave of pure joy washing over me. I said a silent prayer of thanksgiving to the goddess.

Sebastian said at last. Ivy turned to face him fully. “You’ll lose.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’re welcome to try and stop me.” Their gazes locked—not as lovers, not yet as enemies, but as two people who finally understood the scale of what stood between them. Outside, the estate grounds lay quiet, immaculate, unchanged. Inside, Julian Blackwood’s final gift took root. War, dressed as inheritance

There was something else too, something black and dull. "Honey," I whispered as I gently moved her to arms length. "I think I found something." She released me as I put my hands into the coffin. Pushing through the tiny skeleton I wiped away the rotted fabric. I found it! This was the witches' bottle that they sought. The power of an entire coven hidden away. The remains of a mother buried with her child.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

"That's another story. See the witches constantly receive and review prophetic visions on the pack. They are not always clear but we do make something of it. One of the vision says, the Amnell bloodline and the bloodline of the other eight witches plays a role in breaking the curse. But unfortunately, every descent of the remaining seven witches are dead. You and Esther are the last descent from the nine witches." Davina had a surprised gaze but she didn't say a word. "That's why we were looking for Pertrova's daughter." She nodded. "If you didn't know my identity when you first met me. Then why did you kidnap me to begin with, and please don't tell me it's to organize event. I always knew

She tried to reach to something in her jacket and I was pretty sure it wasn't a surpise gift for me. I whispered again. This time much quicker, and then she fell unconscious. “Yeah, wolfsbane doesn't protect you against witches, b*tch.” For some reason, I didn't want to drive her truck. I felt it was smarter if I took her in mine and then questioned her in my house. Now, this wasn't smart at all but I felt more comfortable doing it.

She wondered if Manadlynn had the same powers over time as Abagail had. She assumed so, seeing as how the rogues had her hands bound behind her back. She knew her child would have those powers and so much more. She could hardly wait to have those powers inside of her. She had to keep a close eye on the witch. The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers.

Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me. Victor collapsed onto the floor, defeated. I spoke again. "Ancient texts mention one other path: drawing a lot before the ancestral graves. If the ancestors agree, Julian, as the last heir to bear the punishment, could have his curse transferred to his son. "Eighteen years would be enough time for you to find another witch." "But this method severely damages one's soul. Transferring a debt you should repay onto your own descendants will trigger a backlash. As for how severe... I cannot say."