Jax Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

“Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei: contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...queen inferi tremut. Ab insidious diabolic, libera no’s, Domine, Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te roga mus, audi nos.” “You bitch I plan to rip you apart, “growled Jared. “No, that is not on the menu tonight asshole. So, give it a rest.” She didn’t know what else to do. The witch had told her that one of the best ways to get rid of a demon was salt. Salt protects you and pisses off evil. She limped her way toward the kitchen and came back with the salt shaker. She was having trouble focusing

"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.

"Tell me more. What do I need to do to help Jenna remember?" The witch's gaze seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something. Then, she nodded. "I will give you a potion, one that will help Jenna unlock her memories. But be warned, Roberto, the journey will be difficult. Jenna will have to face her past, and the truth may be more than she can handle." I didn't hesitate. I would do whatever it took to save our pack. "Give me the potion," I said, my voice firm. The witch nodded, and with a wave of her hand, a small vial appeared. "This is the potion," she said. "But remember, Roberto, the outcome is far from certain. The wolves may still die, and Jenna may never remember her true i

“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.

What if they have found her? My eyes snap open at that thought. I can’t let anything happen to her. I have to find her. Taking the Werewolf’s advice, I try to keep my mind occupied by strategizing. Uncle Horace lives in Deneb, and Deneb lies south of Vega. I’ll have to head south once I’m strong enough. The ghetto lies south of Vega as well. I’ll have to find a way to cross it undetected. Perhaps I might have to seek the Werewolf’s help after all. What if he refuses to help? Thinking about it is giving me a headache. Multiplication tables it is.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and