Race To Witch Mountain Book Novels & Stories

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

wind."Wow!" Alexandra spoke amazed."Let's go!" Katrina held her hand and they rushed in the door.The room was not so dark or bright but average.In the middle of the room, there was a stone in which the book was placed carefully."This is the book..." Katrina said taking a deep breath.As she walked forward to hold the book a current passed thru her body and she was pushed back.Next, it was Alexandra's turn...same happened with her.Althea smirked...she knew it was placed by an evil witch...only the category of her kind can take it out.She walked forward grabbing the book.It easily came in the hand of the evil witch."Now, who wants to suffer for a book?" she smirked and both Katrina and Alexand

My family, the true High Wolves, were meant to rule, shield, and protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, as strong as an ancient mountain. But even mountains can crack. All it took was trust, handed to the wrong hands. The woman who came into our lives had a smile that could win the hearts of men. Hair white as snow and eyes that glowed a beautiful blue. She spoke like a queen, but didn’t treat the wolves any differently. My father let her inside our home, our pack, but it was her magic that seeped into our walls and spread poison. I saw her whisper to a rogue alpha, his eyes hungry with power, and she fed him what was ours. Together, the High Witch and the current High Wolf took our

Stevie cleared her throat and leaned forward to rest her forearms on the table. “I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to say what I think, okay? All the fairy tales about witches, vampires, werewolves, fae, and so on are true. Our grandfather was the one that founded the treaty with Randall Cane and Jackson’s father, to keep peace among the races. You’re a born witch from the Knox coven, descendent of Marcus Knox, who was the leader and founder of the Alaskan coven.” “Okay, but why did you freak out, about the dream?”

Stella’s POV We run towards the edge of town towards the fire. I see my rune symbols and stop. I know they were unable to get past them. Then I see them. Four witches and a Warlock walk towards us. One of the witches says a spell to extinguish the fire. The smoke starts to disappear into the air.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

"They deserve to relax for the night just like everybody else who fought." "Of course. I respect your men and women like my own. I don't think anybody will interfere too much once they realize the King himself and Alpha Ross are here," Gerwulf grinned along with Ross," you know how they practically piss themselves in front of lycans." I gasped before I realized it. My eyes darted to a beaming with pride Ross," lycans? You are a lycan?" That would explain his size and pack name. Mountain Crawler. Wolves couldn't climb mountains... not very well at least. Lycans however could do so within seconds.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

He said, worry still evident on his face. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." I said as I cast a spell on him, it hit him but after that, not even a single one of my attacks has gone through, he swiftly dodged everything with his wolf speed. I knew his speed was the fastest there is as a future Alpha but to think not even one of my attacks from every direction didn't hit him Damn. This is going to be harder than I thought. Third Person POV ~A day later