Jax Every Witch Way の小説・ストーリー

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.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

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

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

Enough that he came inside her and nearly collapsed. "Well you are quite the stallion. Now lay down." The witch command. The part of him that had been in control was instantly taken away and Jack's body followed her orders. "That's a good boy." The woman squatted over his face and pushed his semen out onto his face. "You look so cute after your facial. Isn't this what you were gonna do to Hannah? Speaking of which go get her we're leaving. Meet me in the car and put your little bitch in the trunk."

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.