Payback's A Witch Novels & Stories

Putting on a brave face, I walked around the house and found three witches, sitting amid flowers and climbing leaves in deep meditation, ignoring the heavy sound of my footsteps. The witch in the middle opened her eyes and trudged forward to greet me with a stomach-crawling smile plastered on her youthful face. “ You came … are you sure you will do anything to get her back? “ The witch asked. “Yes, I am willing and ready to go to the underworld just to get her into my arms, “ I said with conviction. The witch chuckled. “ I can assure you it won’t be an easy price to pay. Can you accept the consequences?” she warned and asked.

"Oh, you must wonder who I am?" "Yes..." Dior says in a chilly voice, seemingly not trusting the woman. The woman holds her hands in surrender. "My name is Rebecca, and I'm one witch who worked with June until she betrayed us by murdering our leader, Jessica. And I get I might not be considered your friend, but I wish you no harm!" Alice studies the other witch with her lips parting. "Wait, if you are a witch who worked with June, then... Do you know how to set Finn free?"

"Goddess, no, Your Majesty. Never. A white witch. A regular one — only a truly gifted one." I thanked him and left. If a witch could wake Zlata's wolf, then I would find one — the very best alive. But I knew enough of their kind to brace for the truth: even a white witch always named a price, and it was never paid in gold. Magic that reached into a soul demanded something from yours in return — a memory, a year, a piece of you that didn't grow back. Whatever it cost, I'd already decided I would pay it. I just wasn't ready to say so out loud yet, so I'd shower and do the digging myself. But the moment the warm water began to spray over me, my mother's mind-link cut in.

The witch asked, "What's in it for me?" Alice replied, "When you do it, we'll discuss your payment.” The witch shook her head, "Your mission is a failed one already." Alice's eyes narrowed, "Say that again, and I'll boil your head in the pot over there." The witch remained silent, shaking her head once more. Her hair danced around her face, and when she stopped, she looked different, like a gypsy witch. She wore ceremonial attire, and her eyes were lined with kohl. She gazed at Vivian, "Bring the head."

Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me. Victor collapsed onto the floor, defeated. I spoke again. "Ancient texts mention one other path: drawing a lot before the ancestral graves. If the ancestors agree, Julian, as the last heir to bear the punishment, could have his curse transferred to his son. "Eighteen years would be enough time for you to find another witch." "But this method severely damages one's soul. Transferring a debt you should repay onto your own descendants will trigger a backlash. As for how severe... I cannot say."

A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives. The next day when I was finally not that surrounded by warlocks, I took out the small booklet. "¡Trae una cúpula para proteger a mis seres queridos!" I chanted under my breath. A dome appeared in the sky slowly placing a barrier between the warlocks and all of us. It is not that strong and I don't have that much time to waste.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

"And no — this one's on the house." I touched the crystals resting against my chest. Something about the necklace felt familiar, like a half-forgotten dream, but I raked through every memory I had and came up empty. "Thank you. For everything." The Witch pouted. "If you really want to thank me, come back alive. You still owe me money." That expression on her face — I'd seen it before. Somewhere. But there was no time to dwell on it. I had a war to fight.

I asked. “We told you the bad witches have been coming down here. There is one witch who started it all. She goes by… Zelda. That is not her actual name, but it is what it is rumored she goes by. We haven’t ever seen her but our parents told us about her. She can change her appearance at will and worst of all, can bring someone back from death.” “What do you mean by that?” I got a terrible feeling about this. “Just that. She found a way to bring people back, even succeeded in doing so. There was a lot of whispering and excitement about it.”

Totally ready to show them what they wanted to know. Lila and I were still getting the idea that they were fugitives into our heads but Lila said, "You really should ask what you are paying for her divination. She does not do anything for free and you should be a fool to think that she would pity you." The witch did not say anything, she was busy now and she seemed to be enjoying herself. "She can get what she wants from us." One of them said. " You were supposed to return to your pack and there is no way you will if you let her have you. It is insane!"