Release That Witch Novels & Stories

“This isn’t fate.” “I know,” he replied. “It’s choice.” The witch drew a blade across my palm, quick and precise. Blood welled, dark and bright against my skin, dripping into the carved sigils beneath me. The symbols flared. “Speak your consent,” the witch said. “I choose severance,” I said clearly. “I choose release.” The bond reacted, tightening, resisting, then loosening with a sound I felt rather than heard. Pain flashed briefly, sharp and clean.

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?"

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

Caleb said, looking between Aiden and Ally who looked at each other, speaking with their eyes. It was Aiden that replied "The wolves were able to win the war that they called the great purge so many years ago because some witches helped them. Led by a sect of witches, called the Marin witches. Doro–" He winced, as if the name burned him "Dorothea was one of those witches. She captured me for a time and when I escaped, I killed all of them that I could find, saving her for last. I killed her. She has to be dead and someone is trying to use her name–"

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

I rub her back and hold her tight feeling her little body trembling against mine. "Who is coming?" Gideon looks to me, then Phoenix, with a panicked expression. I look to Raulin, who nods and rushes out of the building and connects the link, “I’m getting our warriors prepared, stay together.” "Da bad man, his witch knows dey been found. Da magic released when dey touched dem was felt by da witch." Phoenix wiggles down then crawls between the fountains, looking towards the doors expectantly. "Phoenix, what witch?" Freya questions, kneeling near Phoenix trying to comfort her and gain clear answers. Ryder paces behind Freya, as he stares at the rainbow moonstone fountain and the tension in the

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?”

“I offer you a pact, witch. A promise that, if you reveal the truth about your dealings, I won’t reveal anything to the council and pay you more than Hawk.” The witch’s eyes narrowed, studying Cayden intently. “More than Hawk?” she repeated, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and scepticism. Cayden nodded solemnly. A silence fell between them, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. The witch’s gaze flickered, her resolve wavering as she considered Cayden’s proposition. Finally, the witch broke the silence, her voice laced with caution. “Very well, Alpha Cayden. I will tell you what you seek. But remember, your promise must hold true, or the consequences will be dire.”