Killing The Witches Novels & Stories

I stopped just before him. He gave my face a searching look but said nothing more to acknowledge me. Looking over my head he ordered. “Timothy, tell me what has happened.” “These witches.” He pointed to me. “Were out here bathing in the dark. Frolicking with demons while they engaged in filthy acts of intercourse.”

She had run down to the clearing and she saw him on his knees holding his head. He had looked up at the witch, the resolve clear in his eyes. He had screamed out a spell and the flames burst forth so quickly and with such intensity that the witch in front of him had started to burn, literally. Malachi and James had killed the two witches that stepped back in fear, but also out of their protective circle. Kiran fell forward and she was there with him, touching him. She was silent as she listened and there it was, the faint beating of his heart.

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.

he said and left my room. The next day was a lot easier. I was able to bond a bit with the other hunters, and they seemed quite cool. I went to the library immediately after breakfast, and just like the day before, I did not leave until in the night. The literature about witches was more. There was no definite method of killing as they were just like humans, so anything that could kill a human could kill them, but they weren't stupid enough to let a hunter get close enough. The best way to get them was through protection charms, and there were several of those. There were charms for all kinds of spells. I knew I wouldn't be able to read and master all of them. Once a hunter had the right cha

Zoe was killed by the Witches. The end. Blank pages further. I didn't get what I had read. Killed by witches, but all of them were dead? Or..... Some manage to escape....? It was written. And the big question, Who was Elijah? ****

"If anyone kills a kid, then I'll kill them myself. I don't care whether witches or not; kids are still kids." Under the clear moonlight, we stood by a hill watching the witch's villages, anger in our veins. We waited for the right moment until the last light in the cut was out before we began moving in quietly. We found a witch on guard; his mouth opened in a snore as he slept. In one swift movement, Lyra killed him, his body crumpling to the floor. I gave a hand sign movement, and everyone immediately scattered in groups. Once the village was surrounded, I let out a loud whistle. Immediately, flames burst out, engulfing the homes and buildings. The village was soon fire, the witches scream

I shifted and ran through the forest, “back off let them come into town, if they have nothing to attack, they will go to the town.” Suddenly a blast of fire hit the packhouse, I spun in my tracks and headed back. The witches in the open field were wielding fire at the houses, if they burn the ruins then all of them will have power. I ordered through the link, “kill all in town, wipe them out now.” Screams and growls filled the night air as I approached the packhouse, about 20 witches were out cold lying in the snow where they slept. I ran towards the others, slashing their throats and pulling their heads off as their screams pierced my ears and then went silent. Every wolf inside the to

On cue, the witches spread around him, surrounding him while the warriors retreated behind them. Killian's bloodshot eyes scanned around them, a murderous glow sparking within those killer eyes as they twitched in glee. One could see the thirst for blood in those eyes of his. Immediately, Valerie and the witches began chanting, their chants echoing into the night, drawing their magic from the powerful moon while it watched silently from its dwelling.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

I watched as she just stared at me, not even able to stop the tears that flowed. "They are gone... All of them." She broke down in a sob. "What do you mean gone?" I queried. They couldn't all be gone. "They were ambushed. All the witches in the quarter have been killed, including my sister." Alexa cried. "No--" I gasped, with my hands covering my mouth. 'This can't be happening. It can't be.' I thought to myself. They attacked the witches quarters first in order to get rid of the witches. Next was the pack house.