Race To The Witch Mountain 2 Novels & Stories

Asphalt gave way to winding lanes that clung to the mountainside, sharp bends forcing us to slow. Hours bled into hours. The drive stretched long and heavy, only the steady hum of the engine and the mountains rising higher around us. At last, the pavement ended. A battered sign warned the road ahead was closed to vehicles. We parked. My wolf snarled inside me at the thought of leaving the cars behind, but there was no choice. If anyone wanted to find us—or the cars—it would be easy. I only hoped they’d be untouched when we got back. I slammed my door shut and adjusted my jacket. “Of course,” I muttered, scanning the rocky path ahead. “Of all the beautiful places to live—a city, a castle, eve

the alpha reminds us. I suppress a groan and fist my hands at my sides. The forest is now going to be crawling with Werewolves trying to track down the princesses. How am I going to keep her hidden?

ASHTON Running within the woods with the members is one way for us to bond and my wolf Ghost loves it when the wind is blowing against his fury, his favorite thing is to run after the smaller animals playing with them before he kills them. So it wasn't a surprise when he took off leaving the others behind, what came as a surprise is the fact that he ran after the two women and stood on top of the red-haired girl making her scream like the devil.

Its tip is hidden from view as if it reaches into the heavens. “I’m not climbing a mountain. Why would we do that?” Toya is bored with this. She has ‘done’ written all over her. “Do I look like a crazy person? I’m a wolf…we don’t climb… I’m not a mountain goat.” “Because if the history books are accurate, that Witch created a huge hole up there and brought down the ceiling on so many feral vamps. If we climb, we can get in.” Eve hasn’t lost all her sparkle yet, and I guess when she pushed the trees out of the way, it was so she could scan the mountain and see if that hole still exists. With her wolf sight, her senses allow her to see what we cannot.

I muttered, kicking the horse into a trot and ignoring the dark looks from Serik and Draeven as we passed through the archway and into the cold, damp forest. The ride to the Ironclaw border was long and silent, punctuated only by the rhythmic thud of hooves and the occasional snap of a branch, and I could feel the weight of every pair of eyes on my back as we moved through the trees. To the pack, their Alpha was riding to battle with a witch tucked against his chest, a sight that went against every tradition we held sacred, and I could hear Draeven whispering to the younger warriors about how the Morwen blood was already turning my mind into mush.

Not making the same mistake again. I push myself harder. Mile after mile, I follow the stream east, my paws barely making a sound against the damp earth. Twenty miles pass before the landscape shifts, the trees thinning until I reach a clearing. There. I follow the path leading northeast, forcing myself to keep going for another ten miles. My legs burn, my lungs scream for air, but I don’t stop. Not until I see it. The witch’s hut. I skid to a halt, panting, my chest heaving as I stare at the small, crooked structure standing alone in the distance. A worn-out cabin, its wooden frame barely holding together, vines creeping up the sides like fingers grasping at a forgotten past.

Some even claimed that the witch had the ability to control minds and bend people to her will. Silas figured it was the witch who sent for them. Without hesitation, Silas and his pack set out for the mountains to investigate. As they climbed higher and higher, the air grew colder and the trees thinned out until they were surrounded by nothing but rocky terrain and snow. It was a treacherous journey, and many of the wolves began to feel the effects of the altitude. But Silas pressed on, determined to find Sara and bring her home. Finally, they reached the top of the mountain where they found a small cave hidden behind a wall of ice. Silas cautiously approached the entrance, but before he coul

The spectators watched in awe as the drivers skillfully navigated the treacherous terrain, their hearts pounding with excitemen Eva's plan slowly unraveled. She bided her time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. A hairpin turn appeared on the track, notorious for its danger and the potential to cause a devastating cras With a burst of speed, Eva, in her transformed werewolf state, leaped onto the race track, her monstrous form a terrifying sight. She aimed to disrupt the race, causing chaos and distraction, giving her the perfect chance to pursue her ultimate prey—Alpha Damie

I looked at Xandros, and he said that. "We are here to help you, Don't worry we will get your daughter back by hook or by a crook. I am so very grateful to them. I said thank you and then we started to move and all of us was riding horses so we can reach the said place, "We need to make it faster before Martina could get inside of that place." "Don't worry King Albert, If Martina could get inside of that mountain, We bring some of the witches That good might help us to enter into that mountain. The spell for the outsider to get inside of the mountain was easy don't worry." I sigh.

Karen pick up more books,the witch stay glued in place "Just a pathway,I need answers" Castus and Adir crouch in front of the mountains,taking careful steps towards a mist covered cave,Ady motion for them to come in through a green portal,they walk into it and came to an opening,a whole different place,a whole different world of nothing but mountains,Adir tirelessly look at where they were going to,his skin prickle,his head ache just from looking at where they were going to,they haven't taken a step when they heard a horse neigh without looking they knew who it is and from distance the mountains close up showing people in black cloaks,people crying.