Pride Witch Novels & Stories

Hell, Werewolves are not even allowed to be in their presence, let alone question them. From the way Princess Avalea is frowning, I’m sure I have offended her. But she takes my breath away when she says: “Perhaps you’re right.” So the princess can tell right from wrong. She is capable of changing her mind. My respect for her goes up several notches.

’ ‘I’m not getting up,’ I protest, just to annoy him. ‘I knew it!’ “Edmund, please. Don’t do this,” she cries. “Apollo. Anyone?” “He’s gone, Princess Esther. You are now mine.” That voice puts all the pain in my body to a stop, replacing it with rage. “You are crazy!” She grumbles. “See what I mean?” Boris says. “Witches are powerful. More powerful than all the other species. With our ability to move things without touching them, we could easily win wars. Instead, we are treated like we don’t matter.”

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

To get her to safety. But then I hear movement behind me. I look over my shoulder to see two of the Riding Hoods standing there. “High Priestess Isabella, I assume.” One of the witches says. She’s so unlike the Riding Hoods that the wolves described. This one isn’t a leathery sack of bones, but a beautiful, young woman. And power rolls off of her in waves. “What do you want, Riding Hood? There are no wolves in our covendom!” I hiss at her.

I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet. “Will you stop with the stupid alliterations? I am not Glinda the Good Witch. This is not the Wizard of Oz.” Not Glinda rolled her eyes. She’s had enough of my melodrama. Well, too fucking bad. I’m allowed to be as crazy and weird as I want. “I am Chiara, Crone of the Oscurità e Luce coven. The witch that has started this war and is currently keeping you imprisoned in your mind is my twin sister Melania. She’s supposed to be dead.”Chiara sighed.

Not because she was queen but admire the power she had over his King to make him step into the land of Goddess and summon dozens of witches just to see her again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and Witches for they are knows as the creatures of the dark, follower of the dark prince and all that is bad so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was a taboo so to create a deal with them was too much.

"Haven't you watched any horror movies? People die because they're too trusting. Idiot" "You're an idiot too" "Perhaps I should have expounded on who we are" the woman, Titania said "We are the Delta Pride pack. Your pack" "My pack?" "Yes. You are our Alpha" "Since when?" *****************************************

Rage infiltrated me, and my lips trembled with my lust for blood. “He may be cruel, but he’s the one who gave witches back their former glory. Because of him, witches are now being respected, accepted, and protected 24/7. It hasn’t always been like this,” the woman mused, seemingly proud of what her master had accomplished, but I do not care. Success that has been achieved by bringing pain to others is not success. It's cruelty. “Witches were once slaves to dragons and werewolves. We existed not for ourselves but for your kind,” she snarled.

SAVANNAH As the males take care of the diplomat side of being in this Pride I am surprised to come across a Pride Elder that mastered in healing and sorcery. Magick in any species was frowned upon for a very long time especially after witches were exposed and the humans conducted the Witch hunts and trials, which didn’t always involve just Witches a few other supernatural species and even innocent humans lost their lives.

"I just needed some fresh air, so I decided to explore." "Explore?" He scoffed, shaking his head like I’d just said something incredibly foolish. "For a hybrid, you’re quite stupid." I glared at him, insulted by his words. "Excuse me?" Before I could say more, he cut me off. "You’re a witch, Prisca. The most hated species in this entire clan. You have no idea what you're dealing with. My people haven't forgotten what your ancestors did—nearly wiping out our entire race. You’re only alive because of me. But that doesn’t mean you can just wander around freely like some almighty god."