Novel & Cerita Manhwa Witch Hunter

Was she running late? “Something happens?” Hunter got out of the car and came to my door. I wouldn’t move until I saw Primrose. My friend was always a prop, too. To the point that it became a joke. Has she gotten sick? Yes, maybe that was it. “Primrose?” I asked for it. Hunter began to sniff the air surreptitiously. “No, she’s not here,” he replied, frowning. Sienna… What? “There he is.” I followed the direction my wolf pointed to me. And yes, there was the witcher. Yule Cairo Ruiz, the sorcerer who made human sacrifices.

Niya complimented the man when she saw him take down a hunter with one hand. The alpha laughed. "I train daily, maybe that's why, " "Where are the warriors of the Bluemoon pack? " She looked around while asking. "They're in front beside Keiran, " The man pointed his finger to the front. "Oh, I think I should go to Evelyn then. She might need my help, " The witch nodded and made her way towards the omega. * * * "I hope you like chilly, " The hunter screamed when the omega pushed a handful of chilies into his mouth. "Why are you crying? You told me I'm hot so I thought you liked hot things, " The girl tilted her head. "Was I wrong? "

It was filled with wolves and dark witches. “But priestess. We don't know the Southern City well,” Amanda, one of the witches, said. “I know,” the priestess replied, and smiled. “That is why we will use the name box.” She clapped her hands gently and a white transparent box appeared. Inside were papers. “Inside the box are papers that would define your fate. So…” she said, “good luck.” I gulped. I hated the sound of that with all my heart. Her hand rested on the top of the open box and she smiled. “Begin,” She commanded.

Killing them was usually just as hard, though. “So who was the hunter?” I asked, shuffling back in my seat. “Esther – that was my girlfriend – was searching for a witch to help her undo the curse. Who better to track down a witch than a woman trained to do so from birth?” He shrugged. “That was when I met Steph. Stephanie,” he corrected, and then he frowned to himself, as though admonishing himself for rudely using her nickname. “She was very much like you. Though she didn’t have the spark of passion that you do, Callie. She was more... clinical. By the book.”

“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?”

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

A male witch came racing into the room, magic buzzing around him. With a growl, Joel leapt off the table and tackled him to the ground. The next one to come in, Gail hit by the latch of the leash. The witch gasped, holding his now bleeding cheek and eyes wide. Gail swung the leash over her head, muttering the incantation, and hit the witch again, knocking him out. A third witch came racing in, followed by a fourth. Joel took one and Gail grabbed her bat, swinging it at the other one. She missed, and the witch hit her with a ball of energy.

It didn't take to genius to know who made it rare and the reason behind that. As the lady stormed away, still making her call, I stood in inaction wonderimg why she was baptised with one of the rarest plants in the world. I didn't have to think much. She was covered with the one thing that made werewolves weak, and was in a town that had more werewolves than any other being. She had to be one thing: a hunter. And last time I checked, the only agency that hunted werewolves was ANTI—and they weren't to be taken lightly.

AVA’s POV I shook my head and pinched myself hard on the cheeks. Am I dreaming? Is my mate really a half-witch? Well, kind of like a sorcerer because women are called witches. But what the hell? How? “Incredible,” the white-haired sorcerer whispered in disbelief as he stared curiously at Hunter. “You will not touch her,” he warned and growled menacingly. The sorcerer, who I believe is named Zane, tilted his head and looked rather cold and furious. The sparkle in his eyes that hinted his curiosity was no longer there.

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.