Jax Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

Witch! ***

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

His hand was on my jeans again when we heard a ruffled and then a conversation trailing into our ears. “...what do you think the witch will taste like?” “...shut up you pussy eater?” I heard Jason’s gruff voice scolding Jake. I felt my body tremble at their voices before Jared pulled me up. I saw their figures round the corner and walked directly into me and Jared. “You? What are you doing here?” Jason asked. His eyes darkened when he saw my ruffled blouse. Shit shit shit!! “I think our little powerful witch here is testing the water.” Jake grinned before moving towards Jared and me. “Has my brother tasted you yet?” He taunted me and I rolled my eyes at him.

From behind a thick tree trunk, the naked man hauled a crying Jessica out by the hair, settling her at his feet. “No!” I reached out a hand. “Don’t hurt her! What do you want?” The witch’s smile widened, her blackened gums on full display. That meant her magic was very dark indeed. “We mean no harm, sister witch. Nobody shall get hurt if you give us what we desire.” “Then what do you want?” I repeated. I hated repeating myself because that meant people either did not pay attention the first time or outright ignored me. I shuffled forward a few steps. She repeated my actions, her wolves mimicking her movements.

I ask. “This is Jenny, she’s a witch of mine. She teleported from outside of your boundary, Theo. Which is what I believe Hati’s witch did on the night your daughter was taken.” “How did they do that?” I ask myself. “You see witches follow a differing algorithm than us wolves, they time travel as such, going from one place to another is less than a second whereas we would take time to travel that distance. You would have had less than a seconds notice that she arrived in your home, compared to a wolf that cross the border and was running towards the heart of the pack. You shouldn’t be blaming yourself, Theo. There was nothing you could have done. But, there is a way to trap witches in the fu

Not to mention these witches weren’t really known for their friendliness. However, Paul had made himself familiar with Starcove; more importantly, he made himself familiar with Jasmine, also known as Jazzy, a witch who specialized in dark magic and owned the witchery shop. Her dark long swirls of hair draped around her narrow features, almost covering her emerald eyes. She was a petite and very pretty woman who wore tight clothing and a lot of jewelry. Her rosy lips turned into a sly smile when Paul entered her shop, and she leaned across the counter like a cat stretching out her arms. She placed her hands under her chin and batted her long lashes at him as he neared her.

"I've heard witches have spells to verify bloodlines. The werewolves are tight with witches— why not invite one to check?" Clara shot it down immediately. "No way! The pup is mine and Jax's— we don't need a witch to confirm." But Jax nodded. "Let's do it your way." Word spread like wildfire about the witch being invited by the pack. Everyone was curious about the new potential ruler. Three days later, crowds packed the pack hall entrance to watch the witch cast her spell. Under the witch's magic, five red marks flew from the little red wolf's forehead. One landed on Jax's hand; the other four shot toward the pack's living quarters.

Before Jackson could answer I looked over at mom and Beta Alex and I said give us the room please. They didn’t say anything. They just stood up and walked out the door. Once they left I looked back at Jackson and waited for him to say something. When he didn’t say anything I just sighed. Was it worth it? I ask him What? He asks Witches can’t be trusted. I tell him What? He asks again I sighed again and then said listen I know you went and met up with a witch. There are two kinds of witches. Good and evil and even the good witches can not be trusted because werewolves have nothing to offer witches and witches only ever do anything when they get something in return.

Jabal made to say but a witch appeared, preventing him from finishing his sentences. It was the same witch that had shown up the last time they came. And as usual, the look on the witch's face was terrifying. When she saw Jasmine, Ariana, Jamal, and Jabal, she could recognize them and her face brightened. She moved aside to let them pass through but when she saw Kelvin and Ryan, she frowned. She knew she needed to test the two of them before granting all of them access to cross over. "Who dare come to my bridge!!" She yelled. Her voice was like a thunderous flash. They could feel intense of her anger rushing through their bodies. They shivered and moved backward, leaving Ryan, who tiptoed pa