Novel & Cerita Jax Every Witch Way

"Yes, Jace. A whole book is for just one spell. And I have to read everything to be able to perform the witchcraft." "Then we better start." Jax said, "We should start by using the defend spell." He picked up the book, opened it and began looking through it, "or says here that you'd need to harness the magic essence of werewolves." Then he looked at Kyra questioningly, "Do you know how to do that?" "Kyra frowned, " Yes." she lied, "and don't you dare doubt me. I can actually turn you to a frog." "Alright then. I am scared already." he smiled, "What do you want us to do?" he asked with his brows raised.

"Yeah we saw some crazy stuff when we went to see Jada. We learned a lot about a lot of different creatures—witches especially. And one thing I do remember is that dæmons aren't exactly easy things to come by." "She was a gift from his mom," Ash says. "Jada is the witch that helped you get pregnant right?" I ask. She nods. "Yeah she's a fertility witch. We waited years to be able to see her, but it was so worth it," she sighs, glancing over at the cradles. I turn to Ash beside me. "It would have been so much smarter if Kaine and Syrra had just gone to see her," I comment. He nods with a small chuckle.

She wasn't expecting them to mention her. "What! Then do something about it!" Jared said in an annoyed tone. He looked enraged. Gia handed the book to one of the black witches, after that she raised both her hands and started to chant some spells. Joan watched silently till she was done. "She won't be able to see the main things, just the things I let her see" Gia said with confidence, that made Joan scoff. Well it didn't work, because here she was watching the whole drama unfold before her eyes.

I hear a giggle. "Yes, I'm ready. I'm right by her head." I see a tiny twinkle next to Cressida. "Okay, Wyatt, go ahead and freeze time. Davina, put your magic on her. We're going to kill this witch once and for all." I see gold dust cover Cressida, and she looks up in shock just as Wyatt freezes time. Jock, Wyatt, and I run toward Cressida with our swords out and pierce her through her heart.

“Zeus wants his audience in place first. Wants everyone to see what happens to infiltrators and those who protect them.” I gripped the bars so hard my knuckles turned white. “There has to be a way to stop this.” “There is.” The witch’s voice dropped even lower. “But it requires you to do something that terrifies you.” “What?” The witch looked at me with ancient eyes that had seen too much. “You’ll have to let Jack die.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Octava and Jakeson… they went out… they were together. Tell me why.” The witch’s calm voice came from the other end. “Jakeson’s will is strong, Elma. He needed to get away for days. The hex’s weak signal allowed him that freedom.” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “And now?” “You need to stay close to him during your time there,” the witch said. Her voice was patient but firm. “Being in the same vicinity strengthens the signal. Seven days, Elma. Seven days, and when you leave, Jakeson will be all yours.”

As it is, I haven’t even tried to find out who it was because I haven’t left Harry alone since he came back. The elder wolves and the council don’t care about anything other than killing the witch, as they call Jenna. I’m not even sure Jenna is a witch; she swore that she isn’t. Maybe she’s a half-breed because I know for sure she’s a wolf; I’ve seen her shift. I had thought for a moment that my father would force Jenna to reverse the ritual. I watched him staring at Bastian and me as we held Harry between us. My heart beat out of my chest as I looked at Dad with pleading eyes.

I can already feel my wolf calling to her. When the witch opened her eyes and the sparks of purple in her irises started to die away, Jason demanded, “Well?” The witch didn’t respond straight away. Instead, she turned her blue gaze upon Layon and gave a brief nod before closing her eyes once more, sucking in a deep breath. Jason bit back the urge to lunge at her, grab her, and shake her until she gave up the information that he needed. Finally, she opened her eyes once more and announced,

With a sudden explosion of supernatural speed that left a trail after-images in the air, Jax launched himself across the basin, his claws aimed directly at Marcus’s throat. On the other side of the stone wall, Elena didn't have the luxury of losing her temper. She watched the way the witches moved—they weren't fighting like warriors; they were standing in a geometric formation, their bone staves vibrating in sympathy with the crystal in Jax’s hand. It’s not a chant, she realized. It’s an architectural resonance.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.