Killing The Witches Novels & Stories

An alpha that Helena wasn’t familiar with asked from across the meadow. “She’s gone and broken the laws of wolves and witches. The witches have kindly brought in people trained in hunting and capturing witches in this very situation. This will be the safest way to remove this problem so that we can get on with mourning and rebuilding everyone’s lives. She’s a criminal with no care who she hurts. All I want to know is why so many people needed to die and why so many others found their lives shattered.” Helena defended the presence of the witches and the logical use of their skills to apprehend the witch.

Sharlynn smiled because she knew he too had spelled himself invisible - along with all the members of their coven. The witches played smart. While the wolves foolishly eliminated the vampires for the witches and expended so much energy, the witches were watching and waiting for the perfect time to strike. With a snap of Linda's fingers the witches appeared, they seemed like the were thousands of them as far as Kyle was concerned. " What are you doing Darren? I killed the enemy!" Kyle said as he pointed at Tom's dead body not too far away.

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."

He narrated everything that happened, showing her the scar left on his arm by the thunderbolt that stroked towards him. "interfectorem tonitrui," she said when the man pulled his jacket up for her to see the scar. (interfectorem tonitrui was the Latin name for what was known as the killer thunder. It was one of the most powerful spells in the history of witchcraft. Over centuries, there have been only two people who were known to have wielded the power.) This was the third time someone used it in the history of witchcraft "He's going to die, Samuel. Nobody survives it," she looked up at Samuel and pouted.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

She needed to reverse what she did. “Can’t she reverse what she did now that she knew who I was?” I asked Hector. “She can not do it without Emilio realizing what’s going on.” “How to kill a witch?” I asked him randomly. “Burning them alive is the old classical way.” Hector said. “I see.” We chatted for a little while longer before going down to eat something. We went back upstairs with a lot of food and stuffed our faces. Then watched YouTube videos from Hector’s phone before dozing off.

For the first time, they’re hearing the full, harrowing details of that war. No one speaks. Not a single word breaks the silence as Dom speaks. His voice is low, steady, but it cuts through the air like a sharpened blade. He tells them, again—without softening the blow—that the witches were also behind the mysterious killings of werewolves over the past century. The Elders must have warned them already, but hearing it again… it dredges up fury all over again. This is their pack, their friends, their families—slaughtered senselessly.

She falls lifeless to the ground and immediately her body turns to ash. Keena attacks one of the witches closest to her. She knocks the witch to the ground and steps on the witch's chest. Crushing the witch under her massive weight. The witch writhes in pain on the floor in pain, unable to move. One by one, we attack the witches and they fall. Their bodies collapsing on the pentagram and then finally turning to ash. The room falls silent and the only witch that is left standing is Sylvia's mother. Her eyes are wide with fear as Keena and I both stalk towards her.

I covered her face with my palm and banged her head against the ground, again, again and again. She stopped moving. I rose off my knee, panting. I kicked her again and again. She wasn’t moving. She seemed dead or at least blacked out. I waved Zulu. He came running with one of the weapons that had been carved to kill witches. We had planned to end her with one of those and make sure Taylor didn’t have to use they knife I stepped aside, Zulu raised the sword and swung it. The witch opened her again and she breath some dark smoke in our faces.

Althea ordered her pointing to Ronnet who was fiercely killing the witches and making the trees unsafe for their hiding. Chimera aimed at his head. One of the werewolves who saw what was about to happen howled to warn him, but by the time he looked, it was too late as the arrow was almost landing on his head. Ronnet, the great, let out his last cry. Everyone rose to watch the greatest warrior of the city fall. Some of the witches felt empty seeing the person who used to fight to protect them and the land get killed by them. As he landed on the floor, the werewolves lost the morale to continue, while the witches intensified their attack. The werewolves were for