Left For Dead The Witch Novels & Stories

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.

I needed a new plan, and fast, if I was going to get out of this alive. Just as I was about to give up hope, I heard a strange sound - the whimpering of werewolves. I opened my eyes to see the werewolves that had been attacking me lying on the ground, bleeding and motionless. Some of them were dead, their bodies torn apart by some unseen force. I looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.

I would never have known that that would be my last happy memory. The moment we stepped in the tent and the witch laid eyes on us, her smile turned slowly into a frown, staring at Tania. I suppressed a low, protective growl because i could tell she was human. Tania became aware and i could feel her mood changing. She started saying why we were there, but the witch cut her off with a head nod and a hand gesture. "There is no point asking for a future that isn't there. It is always sad when young people die, especially when they die by the thing they love the most."

No witch or wizard had the power to reverse his spells. The young girl’s father had asked for two things, he wanted the person involved in his child’s death to never witness the birth of his own child. Second, the pack where the murderer came from would witness the death of their firstborn daughters once they reached the age of 17years just like his owns daughters life was ended, this would be their fate until the fourth generation of the murderer was born before the cause would be broken.

But he was sure it was her the man he sent to kill that hunter saw. "I don't know. It's one of my men who saw her. He barely escaped alive." He answered. "Where's he?" "He's at your place. I brought him with me..." "Let's go," Fiona began to stand up. It was still about ten minutes to the end of the movie, but Fiona was no longer interested in watching. There was something Samuel didn't know. The witch would not only end the vampire race, but she would also seal the curtain between the dead and the living, making every dark magic vanish completely. This meant Fiona herself was at great risk.

He freaked out. “What I did was more than that, when I say hordes of witches might come to attack us this instant and we need to save ourselves for the coming war” I inhaled deeply. “What! Hordes of witches? Don't tell me you killed a witch” He yelled. “No I did more than that, I marked a witch!” I confessed.

His eyes scrutinized her, taking note of the calm expression on her face and the way she stared at the body of the dead witch. "I healed Caleb",Layla replied him and smiled slightly. "And I killed the witch" This time, the other lycanthropes had rushed inside to see what was happening, and they all stared at Layla in shock when they heard her. She killed the witch? None of them thought their Luna was capable of taking a life, even when they knew she was a powerful creature. They were all aware of how tender and fragile she was. How then did she just rip off the head of the witch?

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”