Killing The Witches Novels & Stories

The three witches stretched forth their hands to the sky and began speaking in ancient languages and the sky began to turn pitch black and out of the heavens came a magical mist and by the commands of the witches spread to various houses in the pack. "It is done dear slave! Return to the pack before anyone suspects of your activity out here in the woods. But before you go, we wish to categorically state that our first seed is in their midst and so you should not think all of her team members are loyalists" one of the witches said. The hooded figure stood up and wore it's hood once more and returned to the pack. The next morning, there was pandemonium every where and the cause of it was the f

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

Lou and the other pack members that had worked with the witches were vanished from the pack. Zeb in the end just shrugged his shoulders not touching any of them and stood back as they were chased off the lands by the trackers. The witch they had contacted to help cast the spell was killed and burned. Her blood line dying with her, as she had been the last surviving witch of Canada. I was livid that they had to go to such extent to sleep with me. It went on for so many days that I'm still trying to process the situation. In the end, Preston was the one who said the words I was dreading the hear.

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.

The Hunt was dedicated to killing all supernaturals, saying that we were unnatural demons who needed to be extinguished. The first group they went after were the witches. The witches were the easiest species to get rid of since they were basically human. They didn’t have magic wands, hands, or pinkies. The witches believed in making their own magic. They had books that were passed down from generations, teaching them to make potions. They read directions out of a book, mixed some things together, said a few words, and poof the outcome is a potion. They had no sort of immediate defense once their potions were gone because they had to prepare them days in advance.

The rogue laughed menacingly as three women emerged from the shadows, each donning black hooded coats. "River of the IronClaw pack and Gonzalo of the moonstone pack!" One of the witches called out with a domineering voice as she pointed at the couple. When they glanced at each other with confusion, the witch continued. "For killing our sisters and attacking the chosen Alpha of the IronClaw pack, we sentence you... to Death!" On hearing those words, River felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Something was off. The magic she felt from these women was dark. Darker than any she'd encountered before.

Now, what I could see were desperate witches who wanted to survive but we wouldn't allow that. Not after what they had done to Sofia and her people. Not after killing so many of our wolves. In the end, all the witches were killed. I turned my head ready to heave a sigh when I spotted a witch. Before I would react, Ansel rushed towards her and without a second thought, he cut through her. At last, the final witch fell, her ripped body crumpling to the ground. A heavy silence descended over the battlefield, broken only by the laboured breaths of the survivors.

But according to her, the white witches didn't have the ability to use magic that could kill thousands of creatures. Thane believed her, but the citizens didn't. A growing number of protesters were shouting for justice, asking the werewolf king to burn down the witches' lair. Alex's sister was the first to get sick in the castle. That was the signal that the black magic had already reached the city. He couldn't sit and do nothing anymore, so he made a decision and agreed to burn the homes of the witches. They had prepared to take down the white witches, but everything was already on fire when they arrived. Thane saw that all the witches who first came into Versipellis were hanged and burned,

The one whose arm I had just sliced was screaming and begging for mercy. But they murdered my people. Innocent people. "Draw your weapons!" My voice rang through the bunker like an iron whip. "Stand your ground!" Behind me, the whispers vanished, replaced by the collective sound of blades being unsheathed. On my orders, dozens of women pulled out their hidden blades, stepping forward with trembling hands, ready to kill the remaining witches. The bleeding witch stumbled backward, her face turning pale. "We do not want to kill you guys," she announced, her voice strained. "The King will make good use of you. There's no need for this to end in death."