Race To Witch Mountain Book Novels & Stories

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

Laura, Tyler, and his mate—whose name was Camille—would join her and Lucian on this "adventure" The Witch Mountain was the highest mountain that could only be found in their territory. No one dared to go there except for the royal blood of primordial lycans like them, as the witches who lived there weren’t that friendly. They were dangerous and wicked by nature; the types who would not hesitate to cast a curse on someone, even if it meant killing them.

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm

Clouds shrouded the moon, casting a net of shadow through the intertwining leaves and branches. Glancing at Brock, I whispered, "Someone is out there. I can't read their mind. If I can't read minds, and only human minds are closed to me, does that mean witches—humans with magic—would evade my mind reading abilities too?" Brock edged closer, his eyes reflecting the little light that filtered through the dense forest, his nostrils flaring as he attempted to pick up scents that might help us. "It's possible," he rumbled. "The Mountain Witch Clan is known for their cunning and concealment spells. But don't worry, we have other ways to track them."

***Book 4 of The Delta's Daughter series: HUNJI a broken wolf & the last witch of Andora is to be released at the end of September*** I hope you enjoy this bonus chapter and the extra epilogue I added that eludes to Mike's story which will be book 6. Boo 5 will be all about Tawny. Who has missed that little kitty?

“ Why do you needon one…? Vineza: “ It's none of your business. Kronck: “ Do you want to kill the witch? Even after everything she said! Vineza: “ No! But Igor can't stop thinking about her! He has to believe that she left him. Kronck: “ I don't know if that's a good idea! Vineza: “ What was it Kronck? Are you afraid of the witch? Kronck remembered what Kataleya had said. “You can torture me all day, but I will not die! I will still live everything that I was prevented from doing! Even if a hundred years pass!” Kronck: “ The look of that sorceress! It even seemed like a promise. Vineza: “ It will be better this way, only then will he give up on her. Kronck quickly went to meet the boy.He was

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

"You and the Witch Collaboration Affiliation don't have a decent home? A month prior, my gatekeepers found your concealing camp in the backwoods. They found impressions prompting the north… However in the north, there are just the vast mountains! " "You're correct, the Witch Participation Affiliation is concealing some place in the mountains, for us witches it is totally protected there." "Like an out of control man residing in the mountains throughout the colder time of year, in the end where might you be protected? Do you have clean water? Do you have sufficient food? Is there a warm safe house? Furthermore, the Months of the Evil presences is coming, the whole north-west will turn into a

The rustling sound grew closer, and when I saw why there was noise near the bottom of the mountain where the rocks that fell from the top collected like a gravel road, I thought I saw my worst nightmare. It can’t be, I thought, blinking my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining what I saw. But there was no doubting who those ugly shapes belonged to, whose curved spines crept through the night. Witchwolves. Camilla was so sure that Elena wouldn’t show herself. Clearly, she had been wrong. The witchwolves were in California again, disappearing behind the mountain and into the Mystic Moon territory. Alexander. My heart pounded as I raced back to the cabin, unable to speak while I ran. As soon as

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.