Race To Witch Mountain Book Novels & Stories

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.

“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.” I stared at the dusty map, then back at her. “The Seven Mountains… that’s a three-day journey. Even pushing it, two. You said she has one day.” Agatha’s face was grim. “Then you must not make the journey as a man.” “What do you mean?”

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.

unknown’s pov. Mckenny and Grace walked in wondering who was talking. The sky suddenly became darker than it had been a while earlier. From within the black gates, he saw them walk over to him, 3 they were all dressed in white garments and black robes. “They are here,” the middle witch says, taking out her wand. Mckenny never thought the scene before him would be something he would ever come across. The witches of the great mountain were not those to be messed with. They were not only the strongest but held secrets worth destroying the world. The closer they got to him, the more energetic he felt. It was more like something from within him was getting ready to surface.

**Winter's POV** My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty and determination as I clutched the decoy book close. A part of me feared the witches would see through the facade and refuse to help. But I had to try—I couldn’t return to my friends empty-handed. Reaching the edge of the mystical boundary, I paused, taking a moment to ground myself. The Moonshade Lilacs greeted me like old friends, their petals shimmering softly. I inhaled deeply, the magical aroma infusing me with courage. The boundary once again parted for me, wisps of violet mist swirling in its wake, guiding my steps back into the witch realm.

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.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

When we were at a safe distance, we stopped to look back and saw the mountain crumbling. A loud cry rented the air, echoing around us like a banshee. A reflection of a woman appeared in the thin air, moving like the ripple of water. The witch I guessed was Isidora bear down on us in evident fury. Her facial features flickered between a clear imitation of Evanore’s face to an older and totally less attractive one until the features went stable and what I saw was a plain-looking woman with witch-black straight hair instead of Evanore’s blonde curls, A round chubby facial structure compared to the other witch’s heart-shaped face. Her eyes were black and her nose was a bit thinner.