Release That Witch Novels & Stories

‘Belle stop this’ The Witches came forward, ‘Release her Prince Talon’ They said together and he frowned at them, ‘Release her?’ ‘Undo the compelling immediately or you lose her forever, she’s shutting down.’

Urrale released the witches she needed. “Everyone that I have released will follow me. The rest of you will make sure that my sisters don’t leave this coven. Do I make myself clear?” Urrale asked and the witches nodded before she released them. She looked at the light witches with an evil smile. “You’re welcome.” She said as she opened a portal and walked through. The other witches were released from her hold once the portal closed.

She laughed loudly while I clenched my fists, my blood boiling. “I’m not here for your pranks and riddles. You said you can heal Victoria; tell me how,” I demanded, watching her remain silent for a moment before she moved closer to me. “Yes, but it comes with my freedom,” she muttered, and I frowned. “Your freedom?” I asked, and she nodded. “You are going to mark Amanda while I perform some incantations. That incantation will release her wolf from the cage I had kept it in, and once she gets her wolf, her unique healing abilities will cure her heart,” the witch explained, and a lump formed in my throat. “Remember, I am the one who subdued her wolf, and I am the only one who can release it wi

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

She started whispering words under her breath, and her eyes turned completely white. Suddenly, she began to speak in a trance-like voice. "Avery's bloodline carries a dormant curse. As a descendant of the Silver Witches, she has the power to awaken her full abilities. But this awakening comes with consequences. Whoever releases her power becomes bound to her, forever tied to her fate." I felt a shiver run down my spine as the witch's words hung in the air. A dormant curse? Bound to someone forever? I didn't know what to make of it all. I looked at my grandfather, hoping for some guidance, but his expression was serious and unreadable.

“No! No...!” “No, Alpha Graham!” The witch’s scream tore through the banquet hall. “Please, don’t do this!” She tried to move, but the iron in Graham’s grip held her fast, as though the floor itself had swallowed her feet. Her face twisted into something so vicious that no one in the hall could bear to look at it. Graham gave her no chance to bargain or conjure. “I, Alpha Graham Anderson of the Tiveden pack, banish you, Greta, witch of the Dark Kingdom, from the Kingdom of Tiveden. I strip you of every power you hold, for every crime you have committed.”

the gray wolf aimed at her. “Help me,” Mara said to the trees around her, the twigs of the plants started growing and wrapped around her attacker. Her eyes widened in surprise, she had read in some books back home that witches used to control the earth with powers but she somehow doubted that she had it in her. Her father had told her about his grandmother and the power she wielded, he even believed that she was going to take after her, especially the prophecy that came when she was born. She had doubted this especially when she was framed and knew her fate was that she was going to be banished from the pack. But seeing this today, unbelievably she smiled and looked at the other wolves who

Nik went ahead to tell them about the Zombie witches. I could feel the dread rolling off of them in waves. "Do you really think I will believe your bullshit?" Alpha Ralph crossed his arms. "No. But you best believe your eyes." He said and at the snap of his fingers, four slaves pushed in a large screen on wheels. It turned on and then a video started playing—a video I hadn't seen before. A man was standing next to an old woman in a black cloak. "That's Adrik and a witch—an extremely strong one."

“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.”

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.