Jax Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

I didn't know what was going on, but I trusted him. We began performing the ritual together, our voices joining in with the witches' chants. I could feel the power surging through me, and I knew that we were doing something important. I opened my eyes, I froze at the sight. It was Narcissa holding Jax's head as she beheaded him. Blood gushed out everywhere making me more thirsty for it as every drop sent waves to me.

Noah swore under his breath immediately he asked his question because Jama's eyes turned white and smoke began to puff out of it. Noah immediately released Jama and sat back with his hands raised in surrender. It was really hard to beat a witch in a fight. These creatures were annoying because all parts of their body could bring out magic, especially someone from Jama's descents. “You should know when to give up, Wolfy" Jama sneered as he shoved Noah off him to the ground and stood up from the couch to walk to the bathroom . He paused and said over his shoulders when he got to the bathrooms door, “Like I said earlier on, lock my door on the way out"

she wheezes rubbing her throat, “The only way they can have found it is if they have a witch of their own, she would know what to look for.” Ace punches the tree that the witch is leaning against causing her to drop to the floor in panic. Ace’s foot lifts from the ground and Dave knows that Ace is going to harm the witch. Before he can rush forward to stop Ace though, a hand clamps over his mouth and turning quickly he sees Jack standing watching Ace and the witch. She is begging Ace to have mercy, begging him to allow her to correct her mistake, but Ace is merciless, he kicks her hard one more time, then raises his partially shifted hand and swipes out, slitting the young girl's throat. Ace

“What are you thinking?” Jess smirked. “Why don’t you take your plans to a new height?” Jayden paused mid-wipe, raising a brow. “Uh-oh.” She leaned forward, voice turning sly. “Why don’t you take your plans to the next level Alice? This is the perfect chance! As we all know… Every wolf from every major pack will be gathering at Ironcrest. Kira won’t resist attention. Jessica won’t either. Isn’t it the perfect time to expose those witches for what they’ve done to you? Isn’t this the perfect time to expose them? Once and for all?”

Fenrir’s cry answered it, the sound of a wolf that had seen a corner of Home burned down to its foundations. “Who did this?” Jory demanded, voice raw. A figure lounged in the shadow where Mara had disappeared: another witch, older perhaps, or simply more amused. “We did,” she said, clapping slowly. “You came like wolves and expected a meal. Instead you will dance with grief.” I leaped, not quite calculating, and caught her shoulder. The witch’s skin was like parchment. She laughed, and that laugh was braided with the smell of smoke. “Draco will be so pleased,” she said. “He likes tidy proof.”

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

The most inconvenient certainty I had encountered in three hundred years. "She's my mate," I said. The word sat between us like something solid. Damon did not move. Did not speak. His expression shifted once something crossed it too quickly to name and then he folded his hands and looked at me with the particular attention of a man recalibrating everything he thought he understood about the next several months. "The witch," he said. Not a question. "Isabella Nyxara." "Daughter of the man we just signed a seven-figure partnership with."

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

Clarke asked. “I'm his daughter.” Earnestine smirked. Earnestine, Ace, Athena, and Janeka walked into the woods, they were about to do a spell that would take them to the mystical island, so they'd get the fourth key. They hoped the journey would be as exhilarating as the journey to Irvine. They held each other smirking. Ace closed his eyes allowing the witches to do their chant. He felt himself travel through time, they all felt it, the chill and sensations.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.