Novel & Cerita Raise Of The Witch King

Chapter 10 Sierra Seriously he was going to scoff at witches? I know we weren’t all friendly but now I know how he truly feels about us. He thinks he’s above us because he’s a werewolf and the future alpha. You have to be shitting me. “Do you smell that” he says grabbing my arm as I try to yank it away. “Smell what? All I smell is fire” I say and finally look him in the eyes. Ajax is shining through and he looks as if he is on full alert

It hissed and roared, hungry and sentient. Ava stepped forward. The heat scorched her skin. Her legs buckled. But she kept walking. Voices screamed in her ears. “You are not worthy.” “You are only half a queen.” “You will destroy everything.” She walked faster. “You are alone.” “No,” she whispered. “I am not alone.” The flames parted. And Ava emerged, her hair glowing, her eyes alight. The witches dropped to their knees. “Long live the Witch Queen.” 9. The Heir Who Kneels

the weird king bragged. The witches had now formed a half-circle as they stood behind their king. They didn't stop their chants until the weird king raised his hand high up in the air. And the instant his hand went up, the witches stopped their incantations immediately. And the noise as well as the pain in Darius and Adolf’s heads stopped immediately. The two friends were on the ground in kneeling positions. Darius was already spitting up blood and his eyes were as green as ever. He had tried to shift into a wolf but the spells had trapped his wolf inside of him.

" she said through gritted teeth. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh. She glowered at me as if she could read my mind. I smirked instead and slowly lowered her to the snow-covered ground. But I placed my hand against the small of her back, silently letting her know to stay by my side. The wolves growled, snarled and stalked forward, prowling as they spread out surrounding us. A loud cry rang from the town and then several howls. The loud animalistic cry of dominance rented the air. The witch laughed. "Looks like you two were trying to run off. Tsk tsk tsk, I thought we made it clear there would be no desertion...." the witch said, conjuring fire and using it to create the symbol of wit

King lets a low growl out, silencing any chatters in the crowd. “I object!” “This can not happen!” There are gasps in the crowd as everyone looks around to see who spoke. King turns his head, fury in his eyes. “Who dares interfere with this ceremony?” Aston uses his werewolf speed to end up in front of the stage. “I do! She’s not yours, she is mine!” King throws his head back and laughs while warriors start to close in. Suddenly, they stop moving and are floating in the air. I look back and see the witch, blue beams flying out of her hands.

His fingers twitched. He was coming back. “Stop!” I screamed. The witches turned. The one in the centre was ancient. Her skin was like parchment. Her eyes were black pits. This was the blood witch. Octavia. “You came,” she said. Her voice was dust and death. “I did not think you would. Most children run from their father’s resurrection.” “Let him go. Let him rest.” “Oh, he will rest. After he destroys you. After he proves that defying the Council was a mistake.” She smiled with too many teeth. “The ritual is nearly complete. Another minute. Maybe two. And Marcus Steele will rise.”

She levitated effortlessly above the ground, her voice carrying across the tumultuous air, as she sang a hauntingly beautiful war song. Her melodious voice resonated through the hearts of the Witches, lifting their spirits and infusing them with power and magic. "SHIFT!" The king commanded and on cue, his soldiers shifted screaming through the pain of breaking and amending bones into wolflike creatures unknown to the witches. "What....what the hell are those fucking creatures," A witch yelled in shock

“I am the King’s mate. I am not running like a thief in the night.” “You don't understand!” Chloe hissed, stepping into the room. “Alaric and Darius haven't waited for the council. They’ve claimed the Right of Blood. They’ve gathered the Western and Eastern lords in the courtyard. They say you are a witch who has ensnared the King with heretical fire. They are here to ‘purify’ the throne, Freya. If they take the castle, Ragnar will be forced to execute you himself to save his crown, or he will die defending you.”

The entire place shook with tremors as the blood from the slain Mer-witch, dripped down the hole below the ocean floor, that they had dug out. The Wolves and Foxes were close. They were close enough for the Wolf queen to get a whiff. But she couldn't care less. The guttural roars, emanating from the ground was preof enough that the awakening of their master, their king, their Messiah, was successful. " He is here. He is here. Rise. Rise my Lord and avenge all those that locked you up for so long. Rise and fill me with your everlasting spirit energy. Rise from your eternal slumber. Rise, Serpent King. "

I walked to the center of the room, lifted my chin, and spoke. “Good morning,” I said evenly. “Thank you for waiting.” A few murmured greetings followed. “I’ll be direct,” I continued. “What happened last night was not an accident, and it was not caused by the palace or the crown.” Murmurs rippled through the room. “There is a witch,” I went on, my voice steady but firm. “Powerful. Bitter and obsessed with ending the wolf packs as we know them. She feeds on stolen power, and the final piece she needs can only be taken by killing your king.”