Raise Of The Witch King Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV My mother’s words hung in the air longer than they should have. “Please keep her safe…or I wouldn’t hesitate to break free and destroy the little that is left of your kingdom.” Everyone, including me, braced for Ryan to answer the way he always did, the way he always reminded the world he was the Lycan king, and no one snapped at him without losing something for it. Instead, he went still. Not the stillness of restraint, but the stillness of a predator recalculating. He held his gaze on my mother before glancing at me, then dipped his chin in the smallest possible nod.

King Uther put my hand in his, and Elliot thanked him. Elder Cedric started, “We are gathered here today to crown Prince Elliot’s mate, Elisabeth Fox – Beard, as Princess of the Northern Kingdom of Dragons. Elisabeth has been key in finding abuse, wherever it may be, and destroying those who commit it, within the law. She has an uncanny ability of finding out the best place to take the accused and have them tried and punished. She is also humble enough to know when she needs to ask for help. She has been kind to the people she has rescued, including going to see them weeks after the fact to make sure they are well. She likes to set them up for speedy recoveries and makes sure they have all t

A gust of wind rushed through the tent and the scene around her disappeared as she found herself back on the pier, still gazing into the necromancer's eyes. The trance broken, Merlin stepped back, glaring indignantly at him as she stumbled and fell onto something hard and muscular, crouched down low behind her. She heard a familiar growl and instinctively reached out to grab Zeke’s neck as he rose up and leaped forward, charging past the necromancer and his witches.

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea

Brida howled. The pack was holding their breath anxiously to see what would happen. They were all staring at Brida who was sitting on her knees covered in blood with her head tilted forward. At first, it seemed nothing would happen but then Brida levitated into the air and started glowing with white light from all sides. A clear voice echoed through the open space, “A NEW ERA WILL BE BORN. WOLVES WITH EYES THAT REFLECT THE SOUL OF THE MOON WILL END THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. FENRIR WILL BREAK FREE AND RAGNAROK WILL BE BROUGHT UPON THE WEREWOLF WAYS.”

“ Have you finished eating yet? Kataleya: “ I dropped the plate and it broke. Kronck shook his head: “ Tsk tsk Kataleya: “ I'm sorry Kronck said nothing and withdrew. Kataleya, as soon as Kronck left, took one of the pieces and hid it in her dress. In the middle of the afternoon, Vineza, without anyone noticing, ordered Kronck to call a boy. That man was called Kronck. He was a tall man with broad arms. “ 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

“A new King was rising among the people and his bloodline, that of the king of old, was not willing to relinquish his throne either. That same power madness infected his mind and he began to purge the lands of any white wolves he came across on his battlefield. Not that there were many, as the flaws in our kind make their birth almost impossible. He broke the laws, and killed his own, and to hide his secrets he killed all that were linked to them and purged the packs of any trace. You see, losing our kind in battle raises no questions, and he knew he could never let a white wolf rise. Such is his need for that power, that he married a witch wolf, and hid her identity because he thought she w

Ragnar inquired, his keen perception revealing the unspoken thoughts whirling in her mind. "I'm sorry, my king," Aloha suddenly uttered, her knees hitting the ground, and as she bowed, she continued, "No, not king, Master," she recited while closing her eyes. A faint smile tugged at Ragnar's lips; everything about her brought him joy, a sensation he wouldn't have believed—a witch making him happy.

Magic pulsed through the room—mine and Edric’s weaving like gold and red flame, choking out every shadow. Then the table cracked. Just like that, Varek was flung across the room with Edric’s power, crashing against the pillar. I stepped forward, flames burning at my fingertips. “You want darkness? Then drown in it. But you won’t take our kingdom with you.” He laughed as guards dragged him away. “You’re already drowning, Queen. The North rises. The witch returns. And you…you’re just a girl who should’ve stayed rejected.” Edric turned to the room, eyes blazing.

Kaiser planned. "Yes, Your Highness," they all replied in unison. Within minutes, the trained half-breeds were deployed to deal with the witches. For the first time in two days, everyone relaxed. Because now, their Alpha king is back. On the other hand, near the pack borders, Wanda's lips are moving fast. She is casting spells to wake the dolls. Alcazar, Enzo, and Adolf could only stand there, frozen. They could only watch helplessly as the dolls came to life one after another. When they started to lose hope, they heard it. A scream.