Secret Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, most of them were complimentary. Mostly." An older woman with steel-grey hair stepped forward. "Ignore her. I'm Margot. We're here to work, not cause trouble." "Speak for yourself," Sienna muttered. I led them toward the packhouse, hyperaware of Sienna walking just slightly too close to my left side. The other witches fell into quiet conversation behind us, occasionally asking questions about territory layout or defensive positions. "So." Sienna's voice dropped lower, meant just for me. "The photographs you sent were interesting. Ancient magic, blood sacrifice, corrupting influence designed to turn wolves against their nature. Someone really doesn't like your pack."

Alpha Connor asked, with his right eyebrow, raised. "I am a witch and I have come here to tell you something, which you need to take seriously." The witch said, with no expression on her face. "What do you think I need to take seriously and why do you think I will trust what you say, because this is the first time we are seeing you and you, coming here is strange." Alpha Connor said, with his eyes, changed to red. "I am Silivia and I am here to tell you that there is a trouble looming over your clan and you need to take action, immediately." She said, with her eyes, turning white

In two seconds the door would have been ripped from its hinges. Opening the door wider, Preya moved out of the way, and Forbes and I strolled in. Sage stops by the door to fraternize with the sky-blue-haired teenage witch. Since we knew the house well, we advanced to the sunroom around the back and into the cauldron room where Elder Silva does her witchcraft. The tinted screen of the sunroom and the surrounding vegetation remained unchanged. There were numerous candles and strange wooden poles with writing in an unidentified language on them. She has a glass shelf with small pots and jars filled with various herbs, liquids, and colorful beads in the middle of the room.

Gerald then looked at her closely and tried to give her secret through just a glance but apparently Emily still didn't understand either. "So, that's the first explanation, but I'm sure if you have guessed the next secret which is quite big even in my opinion," Gerald muttered at once. Hearing this, Emily didn't understand. Oh, what riddle is this again? "Umm, I'm not good at guessing. So what?" she asked then. You can see the man staring at all the sides that are around them at this time. After Gerald felt safe, he immediately drew closer to Emily. "I.. gay," Gerald answered then and immediately Emily was silent for a moment. Ah, so it seems the secret is...

The silence in the room changed instantly, the pretense disappearing, as Cassian walked down the table towards her. "You think you're clever, don't you?" He whispered, looking down at her.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

“I’m sorry but I am off the menu tonight, but I certainly have plenty of ladies that will please you,” “You think I would come all the way over from my Pack for some pleasure?” “Then enlighten me,” I inched my face closer to hers. “I know you’re a Witch,” her eyes twitched in shock and my smile deepened. “You might have hidden it so well from the others but I know a Witch when I see one no matter the concealer spell you use.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She looked around suspiciously, obviously she didn’t want the people around to know of her true identity. She led me up the stairs and into her cabinet.

But before I could get an answer, she broke down completely, tears streaming down her face. The next thing I knew, we were at the Spade Club. Katastrophe was pounding shot after shot of whatever she ordered, drinking herself into a stupor. I tried to stop her, but the Witch wasn’t listening. She just kept going. To be continued...

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

the queen asked as on of the pixies poured her a glass of wine. "Yes," Azriel answered curtly. "May I know why? she prodded further with her ever-charming smile. "For a project," Sienna cut in. "Going too far for a project," the queen commented with a knowing glint. "Umm... do you know anything about the witch? I mean something that can help us reach her," Sienna enquired inquisitively. "That Witch is a mystery. Probably the oldest on the earth. Her element is fire and she loves eating heart," her voice took a dark tone when she said the last part. Sienna froze with shock.