Jax Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

I feel so safe, so steady when he’s around. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel this way. As a Venusian Witch and the soon-to-be queen, it’s my duty to uphold the rules. Instead, I’m breaking one of the most inflexible rules by being in the Werewolf’s company and by accepting his help. But what choice do I have? It’s not accepting help from him that makes me feel guilty, but how I feel when he’s around. It would have been different if I was only reluctantly accepting his help, but I like being around him far too much. I’m craving his company. Something about him pulls me to him.

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

"Then what's the difference? You also used your abilities to fool me, don't you think that's a bad thing?!" "I'm sorry Jenna, I just want you to stay longer in Cornwall. The map we gave you is real. You can see the proof." She tossed over a scroll that contained several maps of the areas around Glaze. There were five maps that showed the hiding places of the witches who had changed over a period of fifty years. The Willeth that had been destroyed three years ago was clearly depicted on the map and its location was correct.

I'd done the very same thing many times on the street, but he seemed to master it. "It's a witches' bottle. Goat's blood. It's used by the whole coven from which it derives its powers. That's how they cursed your wife... You heard the spell yourself, didn't you?" "Yes," I conceded. I felt reprimanded, the mention of my wife sobering me. "It sounded... Semitic? I'm not even sure if that's the word, but that's what came to me," I said.

"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.

His wife was more witch than wolf. “Who?” He asked. “Alpha Orion Jackson. The king of witchcraft. One of the trio. Elena, Kesha, and Orion. Elena chose white magic, Kesha black, and Orion mastered both. Only he could stand against Kesha.” “Alpha Orion, the Wiccan?” Gideon recalled the name spoken in fearful whispers for decades among the supernatural who had been known for his colorful mystical practices and ominous magics.

The witches closed in, we were trapped. But they weren't looking at us, they were now looking at Jace. Jace’s hands shook as he backed up a step, eyes darting wildly. "This isn't necessary," Agnes said as she stood between Jace and the witches. "But it is.” Celine said, stepping forward to Agnes. “He killed us. All of us! And now we're here to kill him.” My stomach dropped. In horrifying unison, the fifty witches raised their hands toward Jace. Their voices rose in a single incantation, dark energy coiling through the air, invisible at first, then manifesting as black veins snaking across the floor toward him.

I can tell that Jarek is getting more and more frustrated with me. "There is something about me that you don't know," I say shyly. "What more could there be to know?" Jarek rolls his eyes at me. Taking in a deep breath, I look Jarek in his dark hazel eyes and begin to tell him everything. "Jarek, I am a witch." Jarek's eyes grow wide with shock. "What do you mean you are a witch?" "Well, my mother is a hybrid," I begin. "On my birthday my powers manifested and I am still learning to use them."