Jax Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

They kept shaking their heads in confusion. Alexi had returned and she had a pair of jeans that were under Jeremy's bed that had been worn and not washed. Alexi walked over to the witches and handed them the Jeans. The witches each put their hands on their jeans and started to chant. There was a beautiful blue aura that hovered over them. The witches looked even more confused. Whatever that was in this bed, it wasn't Jeremy, or they stole his soul and left no soul residue after death.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

I didn't want anything to happen to my best friend. "Get the future Alpha, it's his turn now" I heard a feminine voice say from the other side of the closed door. I blinked my eyes when a bright light flooded the room I was in as the door swung open. Once my eyes adjusted they widened in horror when a tall man entered the room. In the man's arms was a bloody and unconscious Jax. He had cuts all along his arms that had green sparkles around them. I then knew we had been taken by wicked witches. They always emitted a green sparkle when they used their magic. I never understood why because the nice witches always emitted a golden sparkle. I wondered for a moment if that was the way to tell if t

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

The witch smiled with absolute cynicism, her fingers moving up my shoulder until stopping right in the center of my bare chest. “I'll just do a little blood magic trick, pup,” she responded, her eyes shining with a mystical glow. “Don't worry. It's not going to hurt more than it already does. I'm just going to boost what Silas's injections are doing to your hormones. I'm going to weave a bridge that distance cannot break.” Without further words, Jasmine pressed both palms against my sternum. The physical contact was the trigger for a mystical explosion. The witch closed her eyes and began to release chants in an ancient dialect, a rhythmic murmur that made the laboratory air turn freezing.

"Just not yours. It's a shame. I think Jaxton actually liked you." "So," he said. "Bring in the other witch. I want to make sure, when Demetria does this, that she's doing it correctly. I don't want to be blindsided by some counter spell. Or yatta yatta. Whatever it is you witchy girls do." Minutes tick by when the parlor doors opened and two she-wolves brought in a skinny woman with long dark hair. Jaxton hadn't lied when he said she wasn't eating. She looked two seconds away from death.

“I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?” I nod enthusiastically. Hecate pulls something out of a bag she has on her hip and waves a hand over it slowly making circles while she chants. And then she hands it to me. It’s a mirror. And then in a second it’s not a mirror anymore. It blurs all green and brown and blue. Then the image clears. It’s Jake. He’s standing inside a circle of our friends and two others I don’t recognize. He’s holding something. Someone, wrapped in white. The white sheet moves and I see it’s

Jack's POV The stench of rot and decaying flesh contaminated the air, thick and suffocating. My body was frozen, unable to move, as the reality of our situation set in. The only thing I could do was silently cry, my throat tight with fear and helplessness. I watched in horror as the witch paced around the room, her long, twisted fingers tracing the air like she was savouring the moment. She moved between us, one by one, sampling our blood. Each cut she made, each drop she tasted, was a reminder of our helplessness.