Left For Dead The Witch Novels & Stories

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.

Better to burn them all and give myself a clean slate. I struck a match, dropped it on the floor, and walked out without looking back. From across the street, I watched the house go up in flames. The orange glow lit up the whole block. The fire department and the cops would be here soon. They would find a charred body inside—I had paid off a friend at the morgue for an unclaimed female corpse. Isabella Torrino would die in that fire. Isabella Rossi would be reborn somewhere else. My phone rang. It was my mother, Sofia.

Marcus's claws tore through her defenses, leaving deep wounds that oozed with dark magic. Edna's silver dagger found its mark, severing the ties that bound Felicity to her malevolent power. And Amelia, harnessing the raw forces of nature, unleashed a devastating blast of energy, imbued with the essence of light and purity. Felicity let out a blood-curdling scream as the combined assault overwhelmed her. Her body convulsed, the remnants of her dark magic crumbling away. In one final burst of light, the witch's form disintegrated, leaving nothing but a shadowy mist that dissipated into the air.

Some tried to help us, only to be killed by the witch instantly. I needed to rip her heart out of her chest. I silently made my way forward just as she cackled, clapping her hands together. All I saw was Alpha Jackson's wolf impaled from all sides. The last thing I saw was his wolf’s eyes widening before the witch opened her hands, tearing his body to pieces.

“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.

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.