Race To Witch Mountain Book Novels & Stories

Benjamin POV I've read the paper in my hand over and over again. Still, it's just a bunch of code I don't understand. Avelios Island is a remote island where witches live peacefully alongside others—other races that no one wants to know about. I don't know what race they are, but the witches must be able to read this writing. The problem is, how could the Allen family know the language of the Avelios Island people? Is Ramia part of them? Is it true? Isn't she an omega?

Eyes wide in surprise, she collected the paper held out to her and poured over the page, searching for his claim and finding nothing. "He doesn't say it, explicitly, but he mentions being in a camp close to the Northern area of the Blue Mountains and the paper smells of Crysiulons, a flower that is native to an area located in Green Hill's territory, that blooms around this time of the year." Charon explained, patiently, cheeks flushing in the end at the impressed, wide-eyed look she gave him. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out," he mumbled with a bashful shrug, gathering the loose letters in a nest pile.

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

“Okay Dad.” “Go back to sleep.” Her dad tucks her in and then he goes back to his room. The morning came and they headed to the witches cottage. As they got closer the image that Isabella saw kept flashing in her head. Each time it got clearer. They finally reached the witch's house and She was outside in her garden. The witch heard a twig snap and she turned to see who it was. She smiled when she realised it was Isabella and her father. The witch invites them Inside to have some cookies and milk. Isabella told her about what she heard and what she saw. The Good Witch thanked her for telling her and then she walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a strange looking shell.

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

she snapped. As Gwendoline headed toward Luthias, I took a deep breath and extended my hands. As I uttered with as much of a brogue as I could manage the words “Amach an bac go surrounds dúinn go léir a ghlacadh mé sibh sios anois a dhéanamh titim ye” over and over again, I could see the energy wavering, but not breaking. Determined to succeed, I grew bolder with emphasis as I continued to repeat the words. Gwendoline had almost reached the edge of the barrier where Luthias huddled in obvious pain before the wall finally fell away. Although excited to have accomplished something many experienced witches couldn’t manage, I was completely spent and barely able to make my way into the cottag

Luckily, I must have been faster than they thought that I would be because I am able to make it past the net and continue my run without getting captured. I run almost all of the way down the mountain before deeming it safe enough for me to take the long way back. I go nice and slow on my way back and keep an ear out for any little noises. Even though they found a way to get past my senses before, I keep them out and looking for anything that does not belong. Luckily, I manage to make it back to the protection of my grandmother's cottage without having another run in with the witches. Well, I would assume that it was witches because I do not know of anybody else that would try to trap me lik

Soon he focused on a particular page and drew out a map from the top left corner of where he sat, it had turned ancient but still flexible to roll. ‘Here it is. The North wild world where the witches were chased and dwelt and cursed the land protectors and their generation with a spell. Only the white witches can help cure this curse and save the wolf prince for he is living under an unknown spell. I will lead the team of the eight, we shall match out in our strength accord to break this curse and I will do everything in my power to make the prince live, for I owe him my life.’ Just then there was a knock at the door, Billy stood up and hid the book once again, he had only left the map on th

Opening the back passenger door, Angelica’s backpack thankfully still sat on the floor, and I quickly opened it to make sure that the book was inside it. With the favor of the Gods on our side, the book laid on top of everything else inside of it, and I pulled it out, while I dumped the rest of her contents on the floor, before placing the book back inside it, making it easier for me to carry it in my wolf form. Closing the door, I moved to Alpha Jaxson’s side, giving him a nod, letting him know that I had the book. “Bishop’s cabin will be the halfway point, after that the terrain will get rough, as we will have to climb the mountain on the south side around my territory. Think you can keep

Atticus' POV I called upon my best warriors and trackers and explained to them that their Luna was being held captive and we needed to travel to witch mountain. Immediately they all went into a panic and began throwing out questions. "Where is she?" "What does Witch Mountain have to do with our Luna being held captive?" "Are the witches coming for our pack?" "Is she at Witch Mountain?" Their fear and worry came rushing through the pack link. "ENOUGH!" I yelled. "The person that has her is working with the witches. We must find her talisman and destroy it so we can get to her without having to worry about magic." I explained.