Santhy Agatha Novels & Stories

I apologized, running a hand at the back of my neck. “What did you come here for?” Wendy asked, nonchalantly. “We’re here to ask for your help again,” Agatha uttered with confidence, trying her best to sound polite. “If you might ask, I’m Agatha.” “You’re part of their pack?” Wendy asked her with her brows raised. “Yes, but not exactly.” Agatha chuckled and tugged her lips to a sheepish smile. “I’m only a human and I’m here to help them.” “She’s a friend of mine,” I added to convince Wendy that she meant no harm. She just reluctantly nodded before I continued, “I figured that we need to inform you about the dark soul.”

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back. A slow rhythmic melody started up. The man on the altar started to chant softly. I couldn’t make out the words. I looked around the meadow. The moonlight did a glorious job of illuminating it perfectly. Wolfsbane dotted the meadow. The music became louder. I turned to see Daire at the edge of the meadow. His torso was completely bare. He was breathtaking. He held a knife that glinted in the moonlight above his head. His gate was deliberately slow. The chanting became louder. The man slammed the tome onto the podium. His body hunched even further. His voice bombed around in my head. I

My face paled instantly realizing I was stuck in this position “You can’t go anywhere, I have you trapped here white wolf.” She said with a bored tone. “Who are you and what the hell do you want? I said calmly to her as I looked into her white eyes. “It’s not really a want because I’m already going to take what’s mine.” She walked closer to me smiling evily as she ran a hand down my cheek. If I could shift I would had bitten her arm off. “My name is Agatha and I'm the strongest dark witch you’ll ever meet darling.” she walked back over to her spot watching me.

- Agnes asks, amused. - Love, I had to make several plans with you. Ulric Chuckles. - Do it. I don't know what Klaus will become like if Angel leaves. The couple get up and leave. They go to the room that had been assigned to them. - I'm going to hunt. I need fresh blood to think. - Dark says, kissing Agnes on the lips, and in seconds, he is in the forest, looking for something big to drink. Agnes opens a small suitcase and takes out a vial of white powder. She pours some on a small table and puts away the rest. Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant.

She stood, taller than I’d ever seen her. I felt something shift in my chest, something ancient, something primal, as I watched her give the order to our warriors to drag him away. Giovanni fought against the silver chains as they hauled him to his feet, sneering through his pain. “You’re a fool, Sienna,” he spat. “You think she’ll thank you for this? You think she’ll forgive you for denying her what she earned? Do you think that she's going to want anything to do with you? She is my. Daughter Marissa's daughter. Or as you want to call her, Tatiana. A monster. That's all she'll ever be.”

He turned and ran back toward the gates without saying another word. I stood still, my heart racing. The twins woke up. Leo pushed his small face against my chest and made another low growl. I gently tickled them, whispering soft words to keep them calm. The gates opened with a loud creak. Alpha Damon walked out first. He looked just exactly as I remembered him. He had tall, broad shoulders, golden eyes that once made my heart melt. Those same eyes of his stared at me with surprise and something deeper that I could not name. Cassandra stood right behind him, her arms crossed and her face was already twisted with hatred as usual.

AGATHA My name is Agatha—without a surname. Some people call me Agatha the Witch of the West, others call me Agatha the Witch, just like that. My friends— not that I have a lot, call me Gathy. Kidding! I hate it. I’m just Agatha. One of the five pure witches of planet Earth. The other four are my sisters—half-sisters to be exact, but with the modifications in our DNA, it’s like we are born from the same parents in the end.

Are you being serious right now? He slaughtered those men like they were nothing, and yet… I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. Those tattoos—detailed, intricate, like paintings. And one in particular—it looked familiar. But where had I seen it before? Ugh. Add that to my ever-growing list of “figure out later.” For now, I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere I can breathe, process, think about the absolute disaster my world has become. Agatha isn’t really my sister. She’s a princess and apparently the key to some grand scheme.