Release That Witch Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

After an hour of laying down and nothing happening, I sit up. "Time for Plan B." I put the prism on the bed and pick up my wand. Except I don't have the grimoire. I push aside my hesitation and point my yew wand at the prism. I can do this. I fought off a wraith and killed it. Magic was in my blood, even in my soul since every lifetime I knew about I was a witch. It is time to embrace my heritage. "Release Benjamin and Kiarr." Nothing happens. No flashing lights or puffs of smoke. Nada.

Something deeper. Something tearing through me from the inside out. My wolf— My wolf screams. A sound I’ve never heard before. A sound I should never hear. And then— Silence. Gone. Empty. My chest caves in as the memory snaps away. I collapse forward—but the magic holds me upright, refusing to let me fall. Tears stream down my face. “That was real,” I choke. “Yes,” the Witch says calmly. My head lifts slowly. “You took her.” “No,” she replies.

Chapter 10- The Two Wolves Natalie didn’t think. She just wrapped the towel around her body and fled. She didn’t know what to think— hell, she wasn’t even thinking, because if she was, she would have known that going out of the house in just a towel was definitely not one of her most brightest ideas, but who could blame the girl really?

My wolf pressed against me, steadying me. The crackle softened. A single spark remained, glowing in my palm like a tiny star. Controlle and contained. I opened my eyes, trembling. The witch’s lips curved slightly. “Better.” Across the clearing, I caught Lucas’s face. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack. He looked like he wanted to rip me away, but he didn’t move. “Now release it,” the witch ordered. “How…” “Intend it, tell it to go.”

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

"The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you." "Chooses you?" "Yes, you'll understand when we get there," Katie says and they make their way out of the room. ****************************** Katie leads Sarah outside the palace to what seems like a bare wall. She places her hands on it and a door forms almost immediately. She opens the door and they step in. There is a staircase on the inside that seems to lead to a basement. The room is dark so Katie opens her palm and a glow of light shines. They go down the short flight of stairs and Sarah sees it, it's a garden.

I walked toward him lazily, eyes half-closed, when a witch approached, staring at me intently. “May we?” she asked, her eyes burning with the same fire I once carried, the kind fueled by vengeance. “Do the honors,” I nodded, stepping aside to allow the small group of witches to form a circle around the white wolf. Without mercy, they kicked the enemy and began chanting an incantation. His flesh shriveled slowly, putrefying until only bones remained, his jaw frozen in a final scream of agony. “Supreme Alpha?” one of the witches approached me cautiously. “Why did you free us instead of eliminating us? What are your intentions?”

Then, spotting the witches, she screamed at the top of her lungs:"Stop them! They’re trying to release Apophis, the god of chaos! They’re feeding the chant with death itself!" The battlefield fell eerily silent. Weapons paused mid-swing as both sides tried to process her words. Was this truth—or a trick? Darina, Kai, King Lucas, Daniel, Reed, and Jake sprinted toward the hill from different corners of the field, naked and drenched in blood from shifting. King Alaric, Maya, and other witches teleported to the same spot. Julie stopped chanting and hissed, “Back away, all of you. Did you really think I’d let you ruin my plan so easily?”

Urrale released the witches she needed. “Everyone that I have released will follow me. The rest of you will make sure that my sisters don’t leave this coven. Do I make myself clear?” Urrale asked and the witches nodded before she released them. She looked at the light witches with an evil smile. “You’re welcome.” She said as she opened a portal and walked through. The other witches were released from her hold once the portal closed.

I tightened my grip, reaching out, searching for Gilly’s wolf, hoping I could overpower the witch. “Get out of her,” I growled, feeling the connection snap into place. I pushed harder, deeper, using Ru to pull Gilly free from the witch’s grasp. Gilly’s body shook, her head thrashing from side to side as the witch fought back. I could feel the resistance, the dark energy swirling around us, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until Gilly was free. After what felt like an eternity, Gilly’s body went limp, her head falling forward as the last of the witch’s influence was torn away. She was free, but she was weak. Her eyes filled with tears, and sobs wracked her body.