Left For Dead The Witch Novels & Stories

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“The Beta of the Pack.” “And the man that I love,” Calisté replied and turned to face an older witch. “Burn her and scatter her ashes in the Mississippi. I want it done. Now!” The witches held on to Lucinda as she screamed and they started chanting incantations. One by one, their palms began to light up and they all placed their hands on her body. The fire picked up immediately and in less than fifteen minutes, all that was left of her was her ashes on the floor. Calisté frowned. She was probably pissed that Lucinda had died a quick death. She had wanted her to die a slow and painful death but that was not the case. As quickly as it started, it was all over already.

***sadist content*** Zach stopped in his tracks, there was only one witch that the werewolves dared not call by her name, He turned to Rib, his aura getting deadlier as he walked to wards him, "what witch," Rib swallowed hard, "the late...” suddenly his body was flung up and he fell a few feet away from his former position, suddenly turning black. Zach looked at the corpse for a few seconds before turning to beta Bryon,

“It was a witch named Cerra. She worked out of the black forest. I paid her in gold. But she… she’s dead now.” I froze. “What?” “She died last week,” Lisa whispered. “Her cabin burned down. They said it was rogue magic.” I stared at her, my heart pounding. If the witch was dead… then Anthony had no cure. “No, no, no,” I muttered, standing up. “There has to be another way. There has to be someone else.” Lisa didn’t speak. She just sobbed. I turned and ran. I didn’t stop until I was deep in the woods again, panting, my knees nearly giving out beneath me.

Adir yell,Ady and Castus flinch suddenly their eyes flew to the door. "She's leaving"Ady disappear from the room,Adir sit up instantly while Castus ran out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The witches walk away from a tree as it closes up on the coffin laid to rest,they let their tears fall,all in pain and agony for the death of their own,mourning the departure,the ice spears drop to the ground meaninglessly,their spikes melt on the ground.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

Her blood was still fresh beneath her, trailing over the rune circle that had been scorched into the ground. The witch was dead now, her soul extinguished and gone to wherever witches' souls belong. Gone with that precious location in her head. Her corpse curled awkwardly on the floor. A cold shameful death just like she deserved. “Take her body away,” I growled at the shadowed warrior, not taking my eyes away from the corpse. Elder Balad stepped forward. “Wrap her body in wolfsbane cloth and bury her outside far away in the open fields. Burn the soul after.”

Killing was great to the level that it made the forest backfired on them all. The grounds begin to shake, massive amounts of trees begin to collapse on top of them. Some were crushed instantly to death, while some were able to escape…. Still the fight didn't end there. The witches were persistent, and the Vampires were stubborn. No one was ready to yield to the others, instead they planned to fight till death itself!. "You ruthless Vampire suckers!. How dare you kill our leader!?". One of the witches raged out. Some hours ago when they were searching for their leader, they found her dead body. It was completely hideous to look at because her blood was drained out of her body completely.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.