Release That Witch Novels & Stories

The chief, a seasoned and formidable leader, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the captive witch. “Your reign of darkness ends here,” the chief declared, his voice laced with determination. “We have spent years tracking down witches like you, who seek to use their powers for nefarious purposes. You will face justice for your crimes.” The witch seethed with rage, her eyes flashing with anger and defiance. “You fools think you can contain me? I am far more powerful than you can comprehend! Release me now, or you shall face the consequences!”

"What do you mean, harness her powers? You mean…steal them?" "Exactly!" she snapped back, her composure slipping for a moment before she sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Caleb, listen to me. When a witch gets her powers for the first time, she releases this—this burst of pure energy. It’s like a signature, a beacon, showing how powerful they’re going to be. Do you understand what I’m saying?" I stared at her, the pieces coming together in my mind. "So you’re saying… when Aurora gets her powers—"

As if parting the sea at night, the crowd split upon encountering a witch. Sky advanced, locking eyes with Zion to ensure Max stayed put. Zion, in his wolf form and looming over Max, emitted a warning growl to keep him stationary. Approaching the witch, Sky inquired how she believed they could avoid defeat. The witch retorted that they were outnumbered, with more allies on the battlefield. Sky, turning from the witch, countered that numbers might not guarantee victory and prepared to demonstrate her power.

He finished with another hideout smirk of his. I raised my hand up in the air, using my magic I picked up the so-called leader, "Niax en at alach" I whispered, holding my hands in the air, I heard the loud echoing of his beating heart being plunged out of his chest into my hand. I let go of his lifeless body, my eyes turned to the rest of the witches, they had taken their stance, attacking me with their powers, I neutralize whatever magic sent at me, quickly holding up four of the Witches, without hesitation I plucked their head off from their bodies.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

“By asking you, of course, so how do you intend on getting this off? You are serious, aren't you?” She seemed hesitant but told me anyway. She said there was a spell her mother told her was capable of breaking and unbinding anything. This spell, which she sloppily gave me the name, could break the bond bracelet but it needed about sixty witches to work together. Of course, she claimed that she knew who and who to call. I had heard all I needed to hear. If there was a spell that could do the job, I would find it myself. “You know what? I'm fine with the bracelet on my wrist,” I said, standing on my feet. “It has been with me my whole life, I don't want to say goodbye.”

Morwenna hissed, “The king himself dares set foot in the witches’ sanctum!” “Damn right I do,” Nicklaus growled, stepping further into the hall. “You took something that belongs to me.” Renna’s staff flared again, light slicing through the darkness. “You will release the child, or I swear by the old gods, I’ll tear your power from your bones.” The witches fanned out, encircling them. The air crackled with heat. One of them hurled a bolt of black flame, but Nicklaus deflected it with his blade, the impact shaking the room.

She wondered if Manadlynn had the same powers over time as Abagail had. She assumed so, seeing as how the rogues had her hands bound behind her back. She knew her child would have those powers and so much more. She could hardly wait to have those powers inside of her. She had to keep a close eye on the witch. The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and