Novel & Cerita Raise Of The Witch King

Alpha Throwing his glass across the room he watches it shatter onto the floor with the liquid running into the wall with a frown on his face. He's thinking how in the hell did I get associated with a bunch of useless people that can't do anything without messing up? It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission.

This did not make any sense, I rationalized in my head. “Your mother’s powers only INCREASED after she had you!!!!! Besides, who told you the prophecies?? Only my father – is he a witch???! How do we even know that to be true.??? Especially if we take example of your mother – and she had you with some ware mutt!!!!! I am an ALPHA!! I am an ALPHA KING – my blood line is strongest in the Kingdom!!! How DARE YOU say DEFILED!!!!!!!!!You witch – you think my blood will DEFILE YOU????!!!!”, Women would line themselves up for the opportunity I just gave you – DO YOU REALIZE THAT – he was screaming on top of his lungs, walls around us shaking with his aura and anger slipping. His anger was boiling l

POV: Multiple (Convergence) Ronan's voice cut through the chaos: "Lady Macbeth is performing a ritual! Transformation center basement! She's got hostages!" Vincent Capulet responded: "We can't break through King Alexander's lines to reach her!" Marcus Montague: "Then we make a new path. Montague and Capulet forces, wedge formation! Drive straight through their center!" Prospero: "The ritual she's performing. I know what it is. It's the full ascension working. If she completes it, she'll be unstoppable." Morgana: "How long until completion?" Prospero: "Minutes. Maybe less."

He raised a brow at her as she squared her shoulders more, finally raising her chin to meet his gaze. "Do you know where you are, Human?" His voice dipped low into his chest as he approached her. She didn't step away, but with the look in her eyes, she was definitely afraid. "You're in the Werewolf King's den." He growled down at her. Her eyes widened up at him, those beautiful eyes like an endless green field. Those eyes hardened suddenly.

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

A few seconds later, Andrius arrived in front of the Witch King and said coldly, “Back when you followed the Insect Ruler to Florence, you used insects to do all sorts of evil deeds. Do you know how many Florencians you’ve killed? Do you know how many innocent lives perished because of you? With your numerous evil deeds, you will die here today!” After saying that, Andrius threw a punch toward the Witch King’s head. The Witch King thought that he could rest easy with the protection of the four experts. He never expected this scene to happen whereby Andrius appeared right in front of him. Bam! He tried to block with both hands, but Andrius’ attack broke them and slammed into his temple. The W

The abomination she summoned sinks back into the blood, vanishing as if it had never existed. It feels like I’ve stumbled into a horror–sci‑fi–fantasy film, all colliding at once. Dagar shifts back, naked, striding to the center of the room. He points a finger at me, eyes still fixed on the witch’s corpse. “You try to kill me again, and I will kill your precious mate.” My heart sinks. Then he turns from the witch to the crowd. “Bow down to your new King.”

and smile. Before she slaps me I step back and she misses. I can listen to her heart beating and her lungs filling with air. I can see every little motion and guess her next move. She tries to hit me five times unsuccessfully. I don't even have to touch her to win. Resulting in a panting and frustrated McKenzie. She doesn't know what to do or say. She just stood there fuming until she gives up and go inside screaming "Red whore." King senses that I am about to move towards her and holds me back. Not giving me the chance to attack her.

But, I wasn’t ready to give up anytime soon, I could tell the ministers to send men of their own to confirm that what I am saying is true. “I—” The hand around my waist tightened and bit down on my lips. “There is no need to verify if her words are true, my men had already confirmed it. King Hazem has been murdered and now there is a bloody war beyond the castle walls. If nothing is done yet, people would be sacrificed for power.” He explained, his voice calm and booming. He didn’t need to raise his voice, just calmly talking and everyone could hear what he had to say. I nodded my head at his words, because he was right. The witches would be most active at this time, as they would also want

A strange witch with a cloak covering his face spoke outta nowhere drawing their attention to her and the King's smile became brighter. "Thank you for Honoring my invite, Sara." The King welcomed the strange witch whose face was yet to be seen by the people in the throne room.. the wolves could identify the witches whenever they were around. They couldn't understand why the King would seek help from a witch.. "I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting." The witch whose name was Sara bowed slightly Infront of the King and slowly took off her cloak revealing her scaly face. She's a black witch.. "Not at all Sara, you were just in time for the fun part." King Rigan seemed to be close to the witch a