Secrets Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

Eavon whispered, his voice low and intimate, as if we were the only two people in the room. I was wearing a long black dress with a high mock neckline, short cap sleeves, and a form-fitting silhouette that flared out slightly at the bottom. The fabric, a rich, dark satin, seemed to absorb the light around me, making me feel like a shadow in the vibrant room. In my hand, I clutched a small, cream-colored purse with a delicate pearl strap, its simplicity a stark contrast to the opulence of the event. I had found the dress in the closet in the room he’d given me, and I couldn't help but wonder how he knew my style so perfectly.

She fought back tears, not wanting to give Nicholas any more questions. “Why all the secrecy, is it so bad that you can’t tell me what’s going on?” Aria’s gaze dropped for a moment. “All your answers are in there.” She stood from the seat and slipped her shades back on, but before she could leave, Nick held her forearms in place.

It’s almost pleasant and my eyes grow heavy with tiredness as I begin to relax and feel pleasantly soothed. I blink up at her, seeing her eyes are locked on mine, unblinking, glowing a little eerily, but not blue like Sierra. No, this witch’s eyes are darkest chocolate with glowing veins of honey amber threads around the inner pupil and I close my own to shut out the way my body trembles at the sight of them. It takes only seconds, this tugging, almost draining of my energy around my face. A sleepiness invading a little too abruptly the longer she goes on and then she stops suddenly, and releases me so I blink awake, the effects instantly dismissing as though being hit in the face with a bla

Chapter 1: Watching from the Shadows Zoe's POV What's your dirtiest secret? I don't mean the usual 'I once crushed on my stepdad' or 'I have dirty thoughts about my teacher.' I mean an actual secret. Something so messy, you know you're fucked if it comes out. Well, while you think, let me tell you about mine. I'm Zoe Croft, twenty, single, not a virgin, and my dirty secret is that I masturbate to my stepbrother, Leo Hooke. Not the usual 'he makes my pussy clench and I pleasure myself' shit.

I assumed she had joined a new pack or spent too much time in feral rogue camps. Reaching past Silas, I dug my own hand into her satchel. My fingers brushed against a small glass vial. Pulling it out, I held it up to the dim armory light. A thick, cloudy liquid sloshed inside the glass. It smelled like crushed wolfsbane and dead ash. “What is that?” Silas asked, finally noticing my grim expression. “A scent hider,” I whispered, my blood turning to ice. Witches brew this poison to mask the rotten stench of dark magic clinging to their skin. Morgana did not wander the eastern pits during her absence. She joined a coven. She learned their dark arts.

The elders sit in a semi-circle, their eyes sharp and wise, each possessing the accumulated knowledge of centuries. One of the elder witches, a woman named Sefira, stands and motions for Tonya to follow her. Sefira is the eldest among them, her silver hair flowing down her back, her posture regal despite her age. She leads Tonya through a narrow passageway and out into a hidden grove behind the cottage, a place where the trees form a natural barrier, creating a secluded sanctuary. The canopy overhead filters the sunlight, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

The elder woman whom I am guessing is a witch, explained that her boss had gone on holiday and that she didn't know when he would be back. "But I can still help you. You want to know the person behind former Alpha Hunter's disappearance right?" "Yes, how did you know?" "A witch never discloses her secrets." She winked while standing up and moving on to a corner where she picked up an orb. She came back onto her seat and started muttering some spells. The orb glowed with red light and pictures flushed inside it. When one looked close he or she could notice the loving couple that were smiling to one another whilst lying on the bed.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

I demanded angrily and pushed him away from me, my eyes had turned fiery and my hair and started to glow. "No." He shouted and caught my wrist before I could chant a spell. The sparks distracted me and I could not complete the spell. "I just wanted to see her." I crashed on his chest and my tears soaked his shirt. "I know, I also wanted to." He said and hugged me tighter. "Alpha, there's been a perimeter breach." A guard barged in and announced hurriedly. "Get the men immediately," Declan ordered with a loud growl. "S-sir, t-there's a Witch." He said shakily and I stood up immediately.