Race To The Witch Mountain 2 Novels & Stories

She couldn't do anything now, although her little mind had formed ways to escape from the sorcerer who would use her as a sacrifice, with the collars attached on her, she would die before she could escape. After the incident which brought her with a wounded back to Mike, she felt even frightened to enter the carriage and stood while clenching the hem of her ragged dress. Her mind could only thing that the beautiful carriage in front of her eyes would soon become her last ride in her short life. But when she knew how kind this person seemed, she let her guard a little and obediently trotted to the carriage.

“Find our father.” Damien nodded taking off running turning into a wolf in mid air as he ran. I wasn’t far behind him but I had one stop to make first. Mother’s cottage. In the moon, it looked haunted, like something out of a fairy tale. Wildflowers were growing haphazardly all around untamed from all the years of neglect. Ivy had taken over one whole side of the porch.

"They deserve to relax for the night just like everybody else who fought." "Of course. I respect your men and women like my own. I don't think anybody will interfere too much once they realize the King himself and Alpha Ross are here," Gerwulf grinned along with Ross," you know how they practically piss themselves in front of lycans." I gasped before I realized it. My eyes darted to a beaming with pride Ross," lycans? You are a lycan?" That would explain his size and pack name. Mountain Crawler. Wolves couldn't climb mountains... not very well at least. Lycans however could do so within seconds.

“You’re going to tell him!” “Of course! If he were a partisan of the dark arts he would be held to atone as much as any witch in Drimidan!” *** Mayor Marx slapped on a wide brimmed black hat and his cloak. Handing me my blue one. “Wh-where are we-we going?” “Up to WitchFall.” I swallowed. But before I could formulate a rational complaint, Mayor Marx had bundled me into his carriage, and it was rattling down the road toward the hill. With every roll of the wheels, I felt like my gut was dropping further into my feet.

“Zach, get in the car.” Before any of us could move a muscle, a big wolf-like creature jumped out of one of the windows on the third floor. It landed close to where we were standing. Screaming, we ran away from it, towards the car that was near the gate. When I looked back, it was disappearing into the thick forest. I held on to the car for strength and Hannah did the same. Zach opened the car door. “Get in,” he yelled. “What are you all waiting for?”

Quickly I put on a shirt and found a pair of pants. On second thought, I take an extra set of clothes before sneaking out into the hallway and finding a jacket and a pair of shoes, which, however, are a little too small. I grab a backpack from the hanger and throw the extra clothes into it. Less than five minutes after I had run off, I swing myself back up on the roof to the witches. They're all four sitting completely quiet with closed eyes. I do not want to disturb, but the restlessness as well as the thought of what the black-eyed pig could think of doing to Twigs while we are here wasting time drives me insane.

Wolf! Damn, Jamie. You really are losing it. Her neighbors were out doing their own decorating, too. Some people put out fake bodies, others had witches flying in their trees. Still others had ghosts suspended from porch eaves or the limbs of their trees. Jamie had her own special effects - a ghost and a witch - that Mike set out for her.

he said and he nodded his head at him in response. “I will do it and who are these witches?” He asked and he watched as he let out a sigh from his lips before he ran hand through his hair. He looked at him dead in the eye before staying with him. “the Sagris witches. On the eastern border of the Long mountains.” he spoke and he knew that the journey wasn’t going to be an easy foot. It would test him to the core. He let out a sigh as he turned towards him one last time before he nodded his head at him in response. “okay then.” …

"You said you sent out a tracker days ago to find a witch who’d been to the underworld? Did you get an answer already?" "The red mountain is two days’ travel by foot from the nearest city unless he found someone who could take him up there. The worst-case scenario is one week. It could be less if he were fortunate enough to persuade her in a single day." "He went there alone? What if he died along the way? Then no one will tell us." "He’s a mercenary, a good one at this kind of job, so I never doubted him. He knows how to deal with witches and vampires. So I'm sure we'll hear from him soon, and I'm sure he'll bring the witch with him."

A warrior stepped forward and announced the rule, “Whoever reaches the top of the mountain first, wins.” When the warrior dropped his sword to the ground, Alpha Dalton and Marcus shifted into their wolves and leaped forward from the starting point. Alpha Dalton moved swiftly, disappearing into the forest within seconds. But Marcus was clumsy and slow. Wine and sex have messed up his body. It wasn’t a close match at all. I shifted into my wolf, taking a short-cut and heading straight towards Alpha Dalton’s direction, following his trail of scent. I wasn’t strong, but quite fast. Half an hour later, it was no surprise at all that I found Alpha Dalton on top of the mountain next to a stream.