Payback's A Witch Novels & Stories

He backhanded her so hard she fell to the ground. "Get off me, you slut! If you weren't so greedy and materialistic, I never would have embezzled anything! This is all your fault!" "Stop fighting! Let go of my son!" Evelyn shrieked as she threw herself into the fray. I stood at the top of the steps, silently watching them tear each other apart, screaming and cursing. These were the people who had pushed me to the brink and gotten me killed in my past life. And now, at the bottom of the abyss of their own despair, they were dragging each other into hell.

They are much lovable if they smile. “I am a witch from the past and I have just reincarnated. The injuries I had in the past followed my spirit. A few months ago, my injuries came back and I need to find a powerful witch to remove them. The Haguar Kingdom was attacked and I was injured again. Now, I’ve moved to Heiden Palace with Queen Lustia.” Re...reincarnated?!

The Shadow Witch stumbled back, her eyes widening in shock as her magic recoiled and snapped back, ensnaring her in its own web. "I will not be defeated by you!" Malora spat, her voice cracking with outrage. "This is not the end, far from it. I will return, and when I do, you will all wish you had never crossed my path!"

“Damon, I don’t understand. You can come back, can’t you? I mean you are the rightful heir, they will listen to you, you and lord Stephan can work things out.” I scoffed, “Don’t tell me you are still this naïve, Rebekka?” She gasped in shock. “There is no working things out with Stephan, he tried to kill me. If I return again, he will try again… unless you help me.” “Me? What can I do?” Her distress and confusion was not lost in her voice. “I need your blood Rebekka, there is a ritual that the witches are going to help me perform, a ritual that with your blood will give me the strength to reclaim my birthright.”

At its center, encircled by ancient ruins, the stone bier lay surrounded by thirteen witches, their silver robes glistening with dew. As Ryker and Nova dismounted, the head witch stepped forward. Her eyes were blind and milky. “You have come to witness a miracle, Alpha.” Ryker narrowed his eyes. “What kind of miracle?” She gestured to the bier. “The return of blood. Of legacy.” There, beneath a sheer veil of glowing silk, a figure lay still. Slender. Familiar. Her chest rose and fell in slow, unnatural rhythm. The witches began to chant.

Laggas and Sybb immediately stayed alert, but the witch seemed to have no intentions to attack them yet as she continued to speak. “Do you know what your ancestors did to me?” the witch asked as she looked at the pair of brothers before her. “They used me… to steal what they could steal from me… all these after I saved their ancestors, which made them able to live.” She said. “But, after using me as much as they could, what did I get in return?” she asked as her face darkened. “Insults after insults when they could not get what they wanted after I refused them. They became greedy.” She told them. “You’re ly – “ Sybb spoke, wanting to say that the witch is lying, but Laggas pulled him back. S

"Mom, we can not ask for anything in return. We need to help them." I turned to her mother, curiosity piqued. "Why do you hate werewolves so much?" She ignored my question and motioned for me to take a seat. "Please, sit. We have much to discuss." I did, taking a seat across from them. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "I need the artifact to save my pack. I'll give you anything in return." Racheal's mother leaned forward, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Ah, my dear, never offer a witch anything without expecting a debt in return. We witches always have our ways."

The warriors stay where they are, tense but obedient. The witch pales as she takes another small step closer, her white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Nova walks until she is in front of the witch. Even in her wolf form, she’s eye-level with the woman, and I can see the fear in the witch’s eyes. “Th-thank y-you, Alpha.” the witch stammers. Her voice is high-pitched, almost painful to hear, but Nova inclines her head slightly in acknowledgment. “Our goddess-Hecate - her law is that a witch must always repay a favour. Should you ever need anything, call on me. My name is Aurora Vex.”

It was only fair for him to take something that the witch valued so much, even though he wasn't able to get Celeste, her daughter was much of a replacement. He had done this after the rage he had for the death of his best friend Ulrich, and so it was only fair to snatch away what she valued. Pay back was the best name for this, more like the rule of revenge that only had one definition; blood for blood. The witch thought they were smart in taking away his best friend, but then they forgot that in every battle the was always a payback, and that was exactly what he had done, he paid back in kind.

, 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