Release That Witch Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“You should have run while you still had the chance. And now… I’m going to eat you.” Tears burned down my face as I struggled against her inhuman strength. I wanted to fight, to claw at her grip, to do something—but I was helpless. The witch inhaled deeply, her long, clawed fingers grazing my cheek. She started to chant, her voice a sickening lullaby of ancient words that sent shivers down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst. Then, suddenly, she stopped. Her grip loosened slightly, her head tilting as if listening to something unseen. A cruel smile spread across her face.

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.

She had gotten a hint at what direction the person or thing was standing so she stood facing the same direction while trying to see if she could see her or it clearly. "The audacity! I am the queen.." She began to speak before she trailed off as Lucia interrupted her rudely. . "The queen of what?" Lucia asked, as hair began to grow on her body, while long claws popped out. The sounds of her bones cracking sounded in the quiet room as she was in the process of shifting. "The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me."

'Hey, hey, come on, take deep breaths. Her soft voice sent a jolt of electricity through me as soon as the beautiful, dark-haired Witch touched my skin, sending Magenta hurtling across the floor to land at the feet of the King. ‘No, no.’ I chanted, struggling fiercely to free myself from them. My body tensed and, without consciously thinking about it, I reached inside myself. It was my fight or flight reflex reacting to the Witch’s touch, and as I watched her get to her feet and turn face me. I could see her lips begin to move as she recanted an ancient spell, releasing her own magic.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

Someone was trying to send a very fierce warning to us. 'I think our mysterious witch is starting to make his move.’ Zane scoffed in my head. ‘Yes indeed. Things are about to get dangerous.’ I said to my wolf. I stared out the window, watching the sky crackle with lightning. ‘Let the games begin.’ Zane snarled. Chapter Soundtrack: Let her go by passenger

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“Do what I said.” I looked at Damien and wished I could speak to him. Closing my eyes I focused on him. I pictured his face, the way he laughed, the way he would roll his eyes at me when I said something silly. I felt his mind and I wished I had my crystals to help build my connection. “DAMIEN please hear me.” When I opened my eyes back I saw him frown at me. “How the hell are you in my head.” “I’m a fucking witch I don’t know. Is Lucien sane? He isn’t planning anything stupid, is he?

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.