Release That Witch Map Novels & Stories

Her eyes are flooded with worry as she looks at me. "Really Ava. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. We need to focus on the important stuff. Tell me about these Skycharts and tell me how they'll help protect the hut." "I'll need them to Cloak the hut using a special kind of Dark Magic. The kind that works even when it’s light outside." "Dark Magic?" "Yes. It uses the darkness of the night as a source of magic. If I succeed, the hut will be rendered invisible to all our enemies, magical beings and Werewolves alike. But it is considered a taboo to use Dark Magic."

This time I would be the one attacking, I need to start planning a strategy to attack, I'm done playing defense, it's time to attack. My eyes glowed while I sent a brutal mind link to my cousin, “I need every single detail about where those Wendigos are coming from. I want eyes on those witches, check every hole you think those Wendigos might be coming out from. Search the whole of this town and the nearest pack beside us, and also send a message to the council, we need to have a meeting with them. Enough is enough!” “Yes, Alpha!” Dexter answered through the mind link, everyone could feel the anger radiating from my body, they had cleared up the way for me to pass.

But this time, it was different. Alpha Kurei waved his hand as if he was telling them that they did not need to waste time. He sat at the head chair which overlooked the entire terrain map of the wolven continent that was laid on the wide ebony table. Atop the map were red marks that focused on the northern borders of the Werewolf Committee that were not clearly drawn since it remained an unchartered territory for hundreds of years. Other than the red marks that marked the terrains, small figurines loitered around the map that represented the werewolves, fortress, cavalry, and the witches. All eyes were on the map.

All he could do was focus on helping his pack. “No, this has to do with the witches. I’m sure of it. My gut tells me this is what they’re looking for. It can’t be a coincidence they start getting worked up over this full moon.” He reached down and pulled out another map. It had a bunch of scribbles that glowed softly. Being immune to magic had its advantages. He could see things that the witches tried to hide. “What am I looking at here, Row?” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as Lucas turned the new map every which way, unable to understand what he was looking at. Rowan took it from him and laid it out the correct way.

I love working alongside my kids. Clarice found her mate, Prince Regan of the Werehawk Kingdom. She is a one-of-a-kind witch. She is a werehawk witch, who is also an omega. Elliot and I are so proud of the life she has accomplished. She currently has two children and has decided that is where she will stay. She helps her mate in solving issues within the kingdom. The werehawks absolutely love her and would do anything for her. I love going to visit her and watching her in action. She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures.

“The goddess’ blessed witch comes from a long line of blessed witches. I knew her mother and can vouch for the validity of the blood line.” Though the alpha tried to hide it, he was uneasy, nervous even. “Okay then,” he said, and cleared his throat. “So we approach the witches.” Before Joel could speak, he held up his hand. “The witches have cleverly not out right attacked my pack yet. I can’t attack them first. So we can approach them and demand the release of the wolves they’ve enslaved. If their plans are as you say, then they’ll refuse and then we can take action against them.”

I wished that someday, she could feel the taste of freedom, away from the wrath of the people, away from fear. I promised not to waste this opportunity. I will use this chance to bring back our right to live. To prove that not all witches are wicked, that not all evils are pure evil. If being a queen would give you the power to this land, Ameril must fall for me at all costs.

"But how far east did they take her?" Our lycan hearing picks up her whisper easily. She moves the crystal further along the eastern path. The light grows brighter, then suddenly starts to flicker and fade as she hits the edge of the paper. She pulls it back two inches, and the glow stabilizes into a deep, angry neon blue. "Oh, shit," the witch whispers. She looks up at me, her skin turning completely pale. "What is it?" I ask, leaning over the table to inspect the markings. The map is totally different from our military grids. There are no pack boundaries or kingdom borders here. Instead, the land is divided into jagged sections marked by coven sigils.

KAEL’S POV The war room ran for fourteen hours straight. Maps on every surface. Pack strength assessments, territory schematics, the particular mathematics of defending ground against an enemy that didn’t operate by ground rules. Marcus had the attack vectors modeled within the first two hours — twelve witches, twelve simultaneous streams, the geometry of a coordinated coven assault laid out on paper so we could look at it properly. It was worse on paper than it had been in the corridor. “They’ll position in a circle,” Marcus said, using a pen to mark the likely perimeter. “Maximum coverage, minimum overlap in their own streams. Each witch targeting the same point simultaneously — Aria — fro