Left For Dead The Witch Novels & Stories

Standing at the front of a thousand witches I was a bit scared staring at the eyes of everyone who looked at me. "Today marks the end of a chapter and the beginning of a book, we lost four of our witches today including our past Queen mother. The rouge pack has dropped a milestone on us and have shuffled the reins of our foundation and strength. We stand together to place them in peace as they rest on and to give them a second chance at life above, with us or down below us. Rest on Soldiers" She dropped the fire touch on their bodies as we all chanted the death song, everyone was pissed and thirsty for revenge.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

Nik went ahead to tell them about the Zombie witches. I could feel the dread rolling off of them in waves. "Do you really think I will believe your bullshit?" Alpha Ralph crossed his arms. "No. But you best believe your eyes." He said and at the snap of his fingers, four slaves pushed in a large screen on wheels. It turned on and then a video started playing—a video I hadn't seen before. A man was standing next to an old woman in a black cloak. "That's Adrik and a witch—an extremely strong one."

"They said that she had the army of the Dead with her. All that I see are just mere witches and werewolves on little horses. We will bring them down with pure ease." Suddenly, as if to contradict Alpha Herald's word, the ground of the valley beneath us shook and rumbled before splitting open. The dead rose from within the ground and the bones that laid there rose. The valley, as we looked on with shock on our faces, was now filled with the dead. As if that was not enough, more dead came out from the bushes behind Alpha Lucian and Queen Zelda and began growling in deep raspy voices. "Me and my fucking big mouth," Alpha Herald said as he gripped on to the reins of his horse tightly.

That left one. The last witch—the one on the right—realized this was her only chance. Her lips curled in a snarl as she raised her hands, crackling with dark energy. “Death to all wolves!” she screeched. She lunged. Raven reacted on instinct. She swiped out with her claws, slashing the witch’s stomach. A sickening tear filled the air as blood spurted from the deep wound. The witch stumbled back, clutching at the gash, her face twisted in pain.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

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.

She wants to kill us. "Diego—behind the door. Kare—right window. Hakeem—under the desk. I’ve got the one behind the boxes. On three." "One. Two. Three." Diego slams the door open, trapping a male witch behind it. The impact knocks the breath out of him, but he shrieks, sending a burst of sound that nearly deafens us. Diego takes the hit, then punches him so hard his skull cracks against the wall. Dead. Kare takes a flying kick to the face of another witch, breaking her nose, caving it in. She’s dead before she even hits the floor.

She did not even finish what she was saying when Vincent moved and thrust his hand into the chest of the witch clawing her heart out and soon the witch whose eyes were wild turned dead and haunting as her body quietly fell on the ground with a thump. Everyone around Levy breathed a sigh of relief but Levy could not even breathe just now when the witch looked at her, she was sure that in those dark eyes, there was a dark mirth as if the witch was already foreshadowing Levy’s end or something of the sort as if she knew something that Levy did not and she relished that feeling before dying.