Once Upon A Witch's Death Characters Novels & Stories

They look at each other and for the third freaking time, burst out laughing. *********************** Sarah steps into the hall and everyone stops talking, you can almost hear a pin drop. It's as silent as a graveyard. The occupants all turn to look at her. They're all in a circle, about two hundred of them, witches, so you can imagine how big the hall and circle is. Katrina, who came with her, comes to stand beside her. "The Witch Supreme comes to bestow her greetings. Here ye her!" She yells in a voice that rings in the hall and comes as a shock to Sarah.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

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.

One by one a large percentage of the Witches began falling to the ground, their numbers slowly dwindling as the rest stared in horror. They were now outnumbered. Sara ran towards them, and once she reached the middle of them, she shouted, "Madeline is dead!" She whipped her body around and saw the grinning victorious faces of Werewolves and the horrified pale faces of the Witches. "Do you hear me?! Madeline is dead!"

I said and chanted it in my head as my mantra. We attacked both the dead and living witches, we were able to kill most of the dead witches and rogues because they were unable to fight, but the most annoying thing was that they just didn’t die. They wake up after dying like nothing happened to them, and the only thing you can see that created an impact on that was the long gashed on them or the big hole in their chest. They just don’t die. Fuck! This is getting frustrating.

Nyx knew it wouldn't work because Achyls was too powerful, but they were thankful for the distraction. All of the witches flew toward Achyls. She turned into a fine mist and flew through the witches. One by one they began to fall to their death. The remaining witches tried to say spells to stop her and some of them tried to leave. Achyls went after the ones trying to get away killing them all. She then focused on the ones trying to place spells on her. Their magic had no effect on her. Within a few minutes, all of the witches were dead and Achyls was angry. She turned from a mist back to herself. She glared at the group in front of her.

"He was marked and mated before I even got a chance to meet him. They didn't waste any time." "You are a useless half breed," the witch screams at Sylvia. Fire bursts from the witch's fingertips as she slowly approaches Sylvia. Tears are streaming down Sylvia's face as she realizes that this is the end for her. She has accepted that she will die here. Slowly I sneak up behind the witch. When I am close enough to her I wrap my arm around her neck and twist it until I feel it snap. I release the witch from my grasp and her body falls limply to the ground.

But the shadows of the past followed us, and we became something similar to what we were trying to escape. With a shriek, a dark spirit comes out of her chest. Declan and Draven lean away as it rises in the air. My gaze follows the screaming fog, until it disappears into the sky, to never return. Death has finally claimed…Agrona and Nirana. The two witches with a tragic fate. I walk closer to my brothers and kneel beside her head, my eyes finding her face. The blood still stains her skin which is slowly turning pale. It feels like a long chapter of my life has ended. But it hasn’t ended on a good note. It has left a deep scar on my heart.

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.

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.