Left For Dead The Witch Novels & Stories

They chanted… Death is what we want Thunder and lightning We beseech thee Take away his wolf His strength and courage Make him lifeless and Useless to the territory His wolf would no more He would be gone No help shall come for him Powerless he shall become They rang the bell and marched in a circle, sprinkling ashes around him, they gathered towards him, piercing his needles, removing them in no seconds, making sure that he sweats profusely until his body becomes cold and still. I looked up at them wondering why they stopped, chanting, and now looked like they are done with the task given to them. "Is it done?" I asked hoping they will reply with a positive answer. “It's time to go home, he

“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.

And then suddenly, out of the blue, his body bursts into a cloud which shoots into the sky and disperses, leaving all of us stunned. Aliya doesn’t seem surprised. “What was that?” Sarah asks, panting. “What did you do to him?” Aliya straightens up, “A witch is the only one who kill a Necromancer. I told you that. But I didn’t you why.” She looks at Sarah, her jaw set, “When a necromancer practices his magic, he uses the souls of the dead, trapping them in endless torment. The only way a witch can kill him is by forcing the souls out by allowing nature to starve the necromancer. Which is what you saw. Those souls will now be free.”

Miss J went quiet instantly once she heard the young Witch's voice. "Of course, my dear. What is it?" her tone switched instantly. Dante grumbled to himself as he sipped his tea. "I spoke with Hecate again. Karmina's body isn't physically here anymore, but her spirit was released somehow." Willow said, seeing Dante's eyes widen just slightly at the fact she shared. "Did she say how exactly?" Miss J asked her, sounding more awake. "No, but I'm assuming it's based off whatever deal she may have made with a demon." Willow told her.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

"The witches burned." The tapestries showed flames now. Women in dark dresses, hands bound, faces raised to the sky. Wolves watching from the shadows. "We abandoned them," Theron said. "To save ourselves." The room was silent. Wolves shifted in their seats, uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe. They didn't just leave us, particular bloodlines wanted our power, wanted what we could control. All these aren't true. They should be told the truth and not the lies. "We turned our backs on our oldest allies. And when the fires died, the witches remembered." Theron's sharp eyes swept the room. "They have not forgotten."

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

That was how Jessica had been able to steal my autopsy conclusions every time. She had fabricated the surveillance footage showing me sneaking to read her notebook. She had taken advantage of the similarity in our build and side profiles. When I found out, I had deliberately returned to my hometown to ask Grandaunt Tabitha to help me remove the cursed worm. Unfortunately, the only way to break the worm hex was for the host of the mother worm to die. That was why I had gone along with everything, which led to what happened afterward. At last, everything was settled. I had finally found the answer to the mystery of my tragic death in my previous life.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

I asked if I could trade every last cent to erase every memory of this world. Sometimes, remembering is the worst punishment of all. The System agreed. It granted my request, no rewards revoked. As my memories faded, I saw their endings. Marco jumped after me. Vincent searched the rocks below until his body gave out, sitting on the shore until his lungs filled with blood, whispering that he'd stay with me forever. Draven burned the compound to the ground, every man who'd hurt me inside it, and let the flames take him too. Luca went back to Chicago, and was found dead in his home days later, the snub-nose .22 he'd given me as a kid clutched tight in his hand.