Payback's A Witch Novels & Stories

But as expected, she was still so foolish. She turned to one of the children who was wide awake and began to conjure the spell. Immediately, her dark force hit him, the boy roared, and his fangs and claws grew out. He shifted into a giant beast wolf In all our eyes. The backfire effect - if you try to claim the power of a wolf, it will devour you. The boy pounced on her, ripping her back open with its claws. The witch instantly chanted a desperate spell and disappeared.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

It seemed like she wouldn't give up until I picked up the phone. "Darling, I was so disappointed by your action at that time. You must apologize to me," she said. I was baffled by how demanding she sounded. Perhaps she had sensed that, so she changed her tone and said sweetly, "I'm Chelsea Wood. How could you forget about me?" She kept talking to herself and complaining about how hard things had been for her. I ended the call without hesitation. Those scammers were even targeting me now.

The witch grunted and griped, muttering something unintelligent under her voice. "Want to try again?" Ryan asked. "Fuck you." She spat again. "I'll tell you nothing! I don't answer to you!" "That's right. You answer to my father, and he's dead now. So you answer to me." The witch cackled. "Dead? Rambo is dead?" Ryan nodded. "Yes. And if you don't want to join him, you better start talking." "Why did you agree to work with Alpha Rambo?! " I yelled. "Why did you do it?”

My heart hammered in my chest. If I could go back... back to that night in the snow eight years ago? Or back to a time before I hurt her for Gianna? "Don't get your hopes up. You can only return to the most recent critical point," The Witch said, her voice cutting through my fantasy. "And once this new life ends, your soul will be erased from existence. Forever." She paused. "Even if you return, you will face a terrifying backlash. You will suffer moments of soul-tearing agony. You might even lose control. And most importantly, if you fail a second time, you and that entire timeline will be wiped from existence."

"What are you doing here?" "Coming to fix my mistake," the old witch said. "I told the Luna the price would be steep. I did not know it would be this steep. Magic miscalculated. Took too much." "You can reverse it?" Anya pushed past Dimitri. Hope in her voice. "No. Magic does not reverse. But..." Baba Konstantine gestured to the other witches. "We can mitigate. Can restore some of what was taken. Not all. Never all. But some."

However, if they wanted to make a go of it then I would support their pairing. “Thank you, Beatrice. You’re the best.” I held my hand up to give her a bit of magic as payment. “You need not pay me,” she said with a wave of her hand. My eyebrows shot up. It was common knowledge that witches never did favors. I did, but full witches did not. Beatrice’s eyes shone brightly at me. “Ms. Kenzie already paid for the service.” My eyes snapped to Kenzie, alarmed with that tidbit of information. “What was the payment, Ki?”

a voice resonated, though the speaker remained hidden from view. "You acknowledge my status as Alpha. I desire an audience with the witches from the east," I stated firmly. "I understand. However, the witches cannot be seen simply because you wish to see them. Were you not informed that there is a price to pay to gain access?" the voice retorted. I recalled the information my beta had relayed about the witches from the South and the offer of their services in accordance with the value of the compensation provided. A mere bronze coin would elicit answers to trivial questions and fulfill minor requests, which they could discern from the recesses of your mind upon successfully entering their co

I hated it so much I wish I could claw out her face until I saw what was hidden underneath that serene facade. “Okay,” she finally said, “How about you come down and we talk about this?” “I’m not sure that’s how things like this go,” I’ve never been with other high priestesses or witches when they leave to take down a witch that’s used the reincarnation and soul-swapping spell to come back to earth for revenge but I know that it involves a lot of fight and all the witches might not return.

"What's your price?" "The witch you were with last night survived your wolf and repaired your sabotage of her caravan before it could be engulfed in flames, you must spend at least a week with her but you will need to go home to your mate soon or the king will be told you have abandoned your pack and you will lose your breeding females. I have already given the witch a potion to suppress her magick, but only so she can't use it on you. My payment is the female child that will result from what you do to her." "Done! But won't the witch want to keep the baby?"