Jax Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

After turning off the light, I lay down with my back to the werewolf burrito. I clutched my communication crystal, anxiously tapping the seller's icon. This was a matter of life and death. Me: Urgent! I think my werewolf is about to explode. He's hot as a furnace, he seems delirious, and he keeps growling. Did I do something wrong? [Seller: Dear witch, if you have any questions regarding the care of your werewolf, please consult the Werewolf Domestication Guide included with your order.]

It shattered—green liquid hissed on the snow. A third witch raised her hands. Air crackled. Lightning arced toward me. I dodged. Rolled. Came up swinging. My fist connected with her jaw. She dropped. The chant faltered. Jax pinned his witch. “Talk! Who sent you?” She spat. “Damien. And he’ll burn you all when he’s done.” I grabbed her hood. Yanked it back. Young. Eyes wide with fear. “Where’s the rest of the batch?” I growled.

Jax growled, he had his strength back though he was confined to the chair. “Easy doggy, I haven't even gotten to the best part. See, she couldn't do this alone, she needed a witch, someone to perform the heavy magic required. Now where would she find one that not only had the trust of the great Alpha Jax but also the strength that comes only from a pure bloodline?” Jax’s eyes turned back to their dark brown and glistened from the pain of his soul when he heard. “Nash,” Lola whispered.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

She was young, mixed, with very strong makeup, gray eyes, dreadlocks and tied a capulana. — We will give a great reward. Nacula: — Many of us who went to those islands never returned! Neither the witches nor the pirates who followed them. Igor: — Why? Jafana: — Our powers are strong, but not to the beyond! We are more seers than sorcerers… Go to Kayndra Island. Igor: — Why Kayndra Island? Àgata interjected: —For unknown reasons, the witches on Kayndra Island have stronger vibrations, capable of unraveling the mystery.

I never thought it would be possible, but within the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged. With the guidance of my late aunt, Bianca, and the support of his Dad too, we embarked on a journey to vanquish Mia's evil grip on Jax. Through ancient spells and relentless determination, we unearthed a hidden power within Jax, the power to expel the witch's control. It was a dangerous and precarious endeavor, but we were fueled by love, justice, and a desire for peace.

As if sensing we would need assistance Nick entered the room and injected Wayne with a higher dosage of wolfsbane, within seconds his thrashing had ceased his heart rate slowing as he fell temporarily unconscious. “Jake what the fuck are you doing to him?” Nick asked as he assessed the damage Wayne had endured. “What does it look like? I need answers and I need them now. We already know he passed information over to that bastard of a bloodsucker but how can we be sure he‘s the only one Wayne helped? I will get what I need even if I must create new ways of doing it. Benson can you please get me a witch” “Can I please ask for what reason you require a witch” Nick asked while lowering his eyebr

Jessa, the old witch, closed the door of her eerie home with a resounding thud, causing both Elvie and Jasmine to startle. They exchanged uneasy glances as they took a seat in the dimly lit room. Jessa settled in front of them, her pale, bony fingers drumming on a rickety wooden table. In her unsettling, raspy voice, Jessa inquired, "Why do you seek my help?” Elvie, her determination unwavering, leaned forward and answered, "We need a powerful potion, one that will make our future alpha fall deeply in love with me."

Jax mumbled as he shifted around looking uncomfortable. “Excellent. Now how do we get a hold of this witch?” Aiden asked Killian. “That should be easy enough. She has her shop or she’s drowning her misery at a bar next to it. Just send one of your wolves with a message saying you want to buy something from her. She is to greedy to refuse.” Killian told them. “I’ll go get the witch.” Thomas volunteered immediately. “Hello, I would just like to get out of this chair now.” Jax waved his hand to get their attention, but everyone ignored him.

Laci didn't believe her, but kept her mouth shut. On top of the map, Jayden placed a small wooden bowl with the strands of Kayla's reddish hair mixed with olive oil and sage. With the circle complete, the three witches each took a spot on the floor sitting cross-legged between two of the candles and called their magic forth, each lighting the candle to their right. Laci took a deep breath as she placed her palms on her thighs and watched her sister perform the spell.