Release That Witch Map Novels & Stories

Kaela’s smile said she wouldn’t stop until she proved it. That night I found a smear of ash across my pillow. Runes shimmered faintly in it, whispering. The witch’s voice slithered into my skull. “Tick, tock. Bring me the relic, or your mask burns.” My chest locked tight. No choice. I had to act. The map reached me the next day. A servant’s hand brushed mine, pressing the crude parchment into my palm. “For the prince. For the people,” he whispered before vanishing into the crowd. My fingers clenched the map. Hope stirred, fragile and sharp.

I'm so tired I can hardly see straight. "I said I would return in one moon cycle," I say, "And they let me go." The Witch's eyebrows shoot nearly to her hairline. "They let you go? They do not let travellers go without a sacrifice," she says, "What was yours." I make it up. "My Beta." "Your Beta," says the witch. I'm pretty sure she doesn't buy it. No Alpha would just sacrifice his Beta. "I'm tired," I say, "Is there some place I can rest?"

Soon he focused on a particular page and drew out a map from the top left corner of where he sat, it had turned ancient but still flexible to roll. ‘Here it is. The North wild world where the witches were chased and dwelt and cursed the land protectors and their generation with a spell. Only the white witches can help cure this curse and save the wolf prince for he is living under an unknown spell. I will lead the team of the eight, we shall match out in our strength accord to break this curse and I will do everything in my power to make the prince live, for I owe him my life.’ Just then there was a knock at the door, Billy stood up and hid the book once again, he had only left the map on th

Sometimes, sacrifices had to be made. But all the focus was on Penelope as her head snapped down to the blood that was now moving on the map — a map that no more looked like the map I had handed her. I didn't recognize this map but I was captivated by the way the blood cut through it, creating a clear path that it wanted us to follow. When the blood reached where it needed to, an X was drawn — as in X marked the spot — and a circle was drawn around it before everything fell into silence and the witch passed out.

"Then what's the difference? You also used your abilities to fool me, don't you think that's a bad thing?!" "I'm sorry Jenna, I just want you to stay longer in Cornwall. The map we gave you is real. You can see the proof." She tossed over a scroll that contained several maps of the areas around Glaze. There were five maps that showed the hiding places of the witches who had changed over a period of fifty years. The Willeth that had been destroyed three years ago was clearly depicted on the map and its location was correct.

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

Nico groaned as his connection with the pack snapped. “GO! Your rogue team is waiting for you outside. I already gave them all the possible locations of the white witch. They already know what to do. Start running now before my warriors start hunting you down. Oh, and Nico, you only get five rogue warriors,” he taunted with a wicked smirk grazing his lips. “RUN.” [End of flashback] “Fuck!”

She asks, moving to my side. Unfolding the paper, we both immediately recognize it as the map to the Kingdom. “Now, this is helpful.” I smile as I look at her. “What’s next?” Her voice tickles my ear as she peers over my shoulder to look at the map as well. “Now we come up with an idea of where the Witches and Vikings would fit in. Just as you asked earlier, where would everyone fit?” I ask.

My eyes shifted from the stack of documents to him. He paused for a moment before gathering the stack of papers and setting it aside. When the papers were finally cleared away, I noticed a lay of drawing spread out on his desk. "This is a map of Montavia," he said, pointing at the image. Those expansive maps are divided into several smaller sections, and I noticed they represented the werewolf packs that are here. My eyes scanned from top to bottom, then moved from the right side to the left. Throughout the packs, there were red dots marked with a pen. He made a note of them. Red signifies danger.

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.