Race To Witch Mountain Book Novels & Stories

Alpha Prince Saint It takes us just under four hours to get to the next camp, the atmosphere had relaxed among the witches. I think seeing the state of the poor girl made them realise they were lucky. Amphion kept point as we made our way through the forest towards the next camp. It was a larger camp, more wolves in their fur patrolling the area. We left the witches about two miles out to rest and get food. If I am completely honest, I felt like my Beta needed some time away from distraction that is clearly irritating him.

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

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.

At least the snot whelp has heard a little of what I have tried to teach him, just a pity he did not also manage to learn the lesson on how not to leave a trail after himself. I get up and follow Casper's trail. Luckily, the treetops are dense here along the path, and I do not get far, before I can see the kid strolling after the witches. I jump up in a tree and jump from branch to branch so I can come closer to them. The witches stop and look back.

he asked, his voice skeptical. Shirer nodded. "Yes, I've searched thousands of books, and this is the only one that mentions them. It's an old book, written by a witch who claimed to have met the warlock king's daughters." She flipped through the pages, stopping at an illustration of a castle. "This is the warlock castle. It's said to be hidden deep in the heart of the warlock kingdom." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the illustration. There was something eerie about it, something that made me feel like we were being watched.

But all I felt was a desperate, clawing hope. “How do I find her? The witch?” I asked, the question tearing from me. Agatha flooded into action, standing with a speed that belied her age. She moved to an old shelf and pulled down a rolled, yellowed hand-map. “Like I said, you must journey to the Seven Mountains,” she said, thrusting the map into my hands. “This map is old, but the mountains do not move. At the peak of the seventh mountain, where the clouds tear like cloth, there is a place called the Weaver’s Hollow. A witch lives there. The one they call Morwen. She is the one who trades in fates and stolen wolves. She is the one who must undo what she did.”

Between Mitchell’s mom, and Evan and I who were trying our best to stay out of the way. The crowd broke apart and off we went to cast our votes. After two hours it was decided. Jake would step in as Alpha. A nearly unanimous vote. “I think you may be the youngest Alpha in recorded history” I told him when my mom made the announcement. “Alpha Jake,” Evan’s father rushed over, ear pressed to his phone. “We have a problem. The blood witches, they’ve attacked Black Mountain.”

Alpha Gordons stood up and started pacing around the room in fury. “Alpha, I stumbled upon a book in the Pack’s archive hidden by one of your ancestors and it was tagged Do witches still exist? The book was not there for decoration, there was a reason your ancestors must have kept it safe. I read the book in and out, and the information I garnered was too good to be true. Alpha, Witches still exist in our world today and based on that book, the author predicted that the few which exist would want to inhabit any land they come across.” The Pack doctor left the Alpha, SPEECHLESS.

He went to his sister and found her sitting on top of a rock. He sat next to her and sigh. “It’s cold in this mountain” the witch remained silent “If we had pack lands my pack will not be living like this.” Continued Misha “You know that you can get any unoccupied land and claim It as your own.” Said the witch “Why would I do that Sasha when we can claim the Black Moon Pack lands? We can attack them now while they are still vulnerable and claim the land as ours.” Said Misha determined.

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.