Release That Witch Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

*** Chloe Eleftheria Shit, when I opened my eyes again, I realized that Adeline had cast some kind of spell on me to put me to sleep. However, as I was thinking about that, my eyes widened when the door opened and Adeline came back in. As soon as I saw her, I felt anger rising in my chest. “You! What have you done to me? You're a witch!” I started shouting as I got out of bed. The woman remained silent as she brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

The second witch glared at her with indignant shock before quickly trying to bring up another spell. Kat lifted her hand and the lights in the hallway flickered as the air became thick and hard to breathe for the witch. She gasped in small hard breaths as she tried to complete her spell, a fire ball appearing in her hand as she glared at Kat. Kat had finally reached her sister, kneeling incapacitated before her. Kat reached out and grabbed the witch by her hair, wrenching her head up to meet her eyes as she grinned down on the hapless witch. She was near to collapsing, gasping for her final breaths as Kat tightened the shadow tendrils around her throat. The witch’s eyes bulged and she convul

the water witch suggests, positioned a few feet away. "No! Stay the hell away from me!" I scream, desperation mounting. I struggle against Eric's grasp, determined to resist whatever they have planned. However, my efforts prove futile as he shoves me against the wall, securing me in place. The water witch conjures liquid from a bottle, muttering incantations for a spell. In moments, she douses my face with the enchanted water, and darkness envelops me once more. ***

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: Amara discovered her late mother had hidden a secret: their bloodline is tied to Mami Nta, the River Witch—a being bound by an ancestral pact. In Chapter 3 ("Voices from the Water"), Amara heard whispers and had a vision of the past during a forbidden visit to the river. Something is awakening—and it’s The Pact and the Price The village square was abuzz with drums

“This isn’t fate.” “I know,” he replied. “It’s choice.” The witch drew a blade across my palm, quick and precise. Blood welled, dark and bright against my skin, dripping into the carved sigils beneath me. The symbols flared. “Speak your consent,” the witch said. “I choose severance,” I said clearly. “I choose release.” The bond reacted, tightening, resisting, then loosening with a sound I felt rather than heard. Pain flashed briefly, sharp and clean.

While the witch turned around and smirked. " I'm coming for you. Enjoy while you can because this time you won't be able to run"... . . . To be continued ... . Do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section and don't forget to let me know your precious views on the story on the main page of the book in the reviews section..... . With Much Love... Elvira🤍

I seize the opportunity, launching a final decisive blow that sends her stumbling backward, defeated. Finally, realizing her defeat is imminent, the witch retreats, vanishing into the shadows. Natasha, visibly shaken by the encounter, stares at me in disbelief. I approach her, offering reassurance and comfort. “Don’t worry, Natasha. It’s over now. Just remember, be cautious around strangers. You never know who they truly are.”

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

I'm part witch. When Bram's penis was almost touching me, I looked him in the eye and smirked. I said a quick spell that released me from the chains. When he tried to tackle me, I said another spell that made his penis feel like it was on fire. I quickly left while he rolled around on the floor, screaming. I connected with the bunnies just a few weeks after I left.

And trust was the only thing keeping this pack together. I lifted my hand. Golden energy flickered around my fingers. Adrian closed his eyes. And then.. A sharp whistle cut through the air. Every head snapped toward the forest. A shadow moved between the trees. Slowly. Deliberately. And then… She stepped out. The witch. Her red eyes glowed with amusement as she surveyed the clearing. “Well,” she said smoothly. “This is interesting.” Marcus growled. “Everyone get ready!” But the witch ignored him. Her gaze stayed locked on me.