Left For Dead The Witch Novels & Stories

They bowed when they saw me. "Leave," I said. They hesitated. "I said leave!" My voice came out as a growl. They scattered. I walked into the hall, it was quiet. Dark except for candles around the platform where Lila lay. She looked peaceful. Pale. Beautiful even in death. I stood over her, stared down at that face. "You ruined me," I said quietly. "You played me like a fool." No response, obviously, I wasn't expecting one from a dead witch!

The smell of herbs and burning incense hung heavily in the air. The witch didn’t waste time. She lifted her staff, eyes glowing faintly, and spoke in a trembling, dramatic voice: “The child you seek… is no longer among the living.” Theo froze. The witch continued, “She died years ago. Nothing remains. No trace to follow. No soul to call.” The world seemed to collapse around him. Theo’s breath hitched—then broke. He staggered back a step, his face drained of all color. Grief crashed over him like a brutal wave, tearing through him with raw, unbearable force.

"now I'll only say this once, all you f*cking witches should kill yourselves in ten seconds. I repeat,ten seconds! " His voice was different from the usual and was deep, husky, dangerous and scary. Within the blink of an eye lulu and Melanie watched as over a thousand witches that were kneeling to the floor used their own powers to kill themselves,their bodies vanished immediately they died. The scenes was shocking. Melanie looked over at Ryker and saw that his eyes were deep black, as black as dynamites.

He may have changed sides, but he still knew how to kill. "That's what you think teddy bear. I'm done talking it's time for action. Prepare yourselves to die." Achyls let out a high-pitched scream and the witches ran and flew toward the palace. Trisha and Polly held hands but remained quiet. They didn't want to admit it, but they were terrified that their family wouldn't survive.

Neva. I surfaced from the stone slowly. Stood in the dead garden in the dusk with the carved piece of rock warm in my palm and a name sitting in my chest that had not been there ten minutes ago and already felt like it had been there a long time. Neva. The third witch. Older than Vael. Taken before my mother was born. The one the Architect had been told was dead and had chosen to believe because the alternative required harder questions. Not dead. Northwest. Far. And apparently capable of leaving carved stones in locked gardens and unsigned letters in locked rooms and a rose bud that had not been there this morning.

" With that, she hung up on me. I didn't call her back. Instead, I dialed a number I hadn't contacted in ages. "I admit defeat, Kate. I'm willing to leave her and follow all of your arrangements." My older sister, Kate Wright, let out a soft sigh. "You were ready to die for her back then. Are you sure you can let her go?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "There's nothing I can't let go of." Years ago, my parents had disapproved of my relationship with Bianca and tried to force me into an arranged marriage. To be with her, I had willingly given up my identity as the scion of a wealthy family and cut ties with my parents in the name of what I believed was love.

the leader yelled. A tall thin witch with an actual hooked nose turned his hands in a circle and chanting something that didn’t sound friendly. Joel sprinted off towards him, picking up a stone off the ground as he passed. The icy, electric sensation of this Smith’s magic filled the air. Joel used all the strength he had and threw the rock at him. The impact echoed through the trees as Smith flew back in a spray of blood and gore.

“That…that is no wolf!” “It is the quadpod,” the old man says with a defeated sigh. “We could have defeated her had you all listened to me and come to assist,” he adds right when Diana rages through us. I can feel her fury as her teeth sink on the nearest witch and wizard. Hundreds are on the floor, lifeless, but that rage is like wildfire. She is going to kill all of us. Dying in the deep is final. No witch can reorder you no matter how powerful they are. I see the sharp teeth sink into Draco’s leg, severing it. No amount of spells work on her. The other witches and their leaders quickly vanish and return to their deeps, leaving us to perish. Draco is lucky to jump off. He quickly vanishes,

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.

I asked curtly. He drew a shaky breath. “She’s dead.” The world dropped out beneath me. Agatha. Dead. I blinked once. Twice. The ringing in my ears turned into a roar. Dead? Agatha? The witch who clawed her way into my life just to prove her worth? The storm I had counted on keeping caged until I needed it? Dead? I stepped toward him slowly. “Say that again,” I said. “She’s dead, Alpha,” Larek whispered. “The villa where she was kept… it’s destroyed. Walls collapsed. Trees uprooted. And the scent of powerful magic everywhere. Dark and light, both. Her body was found under the debris.”