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."

The queen witch shewed her daughter away. While walking off, the princess witch smiled bitterly yet cunningly. She knew what she did in the secret . Clara opened her huge and heavy door to enter her room. She immediately closed it from behind and headed directly to a bowl of water . " Hello my baby. Did you miss mama. My sweet little devil. Show me the girl and my puppets". Beside her crawled a scal viper, huge with its demonic features. It entered her embrace and after few seconds ,it moved towards the bowl of water.

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...