Payback's A Witch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Since joy had already told me that there was no way in hell that he can feed off Alexander's powers because he was a powerful werewolf and he was a not-so-powerful witch, I was visibly relieved. Strutting towards Patrick, I looked him dead in the eyes before smiling at him and ordering, "Turn the sacrifice to me," I ordered. 'Victoria-' Both Joy and Carla started simultaneously, but I hushed them with my raised hand. "I am ordering you the last time, turn the sacrifice on me yourself, so that when I kill you, you can still get a rebirth like a humble witch. I hope you are clear with the fact that as the princess of the witch entity, I can reverse such a spell to myself on my own because it w

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."

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

First thing I did after coming back? Asked the witch for a potion to stall my pup's growth. Last time, Emily—my mate's omega stepsister—popped out a silver-white pup the same day I gave birth. Mine came out scruffy, fur screaming enemy pack. James, Alpha of Ebonfang Pack, lost his damn mind. Accused me of cheating. Ripped the bond clean. Tossed me out like rogue trash. Five years in exile gutted my wolf.

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.

"But some of the witches from her coven came to look at her, they said she'll be alright. " He paused. "They said she suffered a backlash. " "From what?" "From a witch stronger than her. " He said it flatly, like he was still trying to make sense of it. "They said the backlash came from trying to access a power that pushed back. " The room was quiet and I kept my face still, I couldn't risk Maxwell getting suspicious of whatever this was and if I was such a powerful witch as Esmeralda said, I in no doubt posed