Secrets Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

The witch lay bleeding from a gash on her head, but she still lifted her blood-streaked face and spoke, word by deliberate word. "The Alpha can kill me, but he cannot deny the truth. Your mate has guarded this secret for seven years to protect you—" "Shut up!" Silas slammed his fist against the edge of the altar, sending stone shards flying. His chest heaved violently. His wolf roared and battered against the inside of his ribs, threatening to tear through his skin. But when his gaze fell back onto the glowing projection, the meadow and Echo’s fragile figure fit together with terrifying perfection. His eyes began to waver.

“So this is her influence. The cursed daughter of Marcus Draco, whispering poison into your ear. If we let witches inside these walls, the pack will crumble from within.” The words stung, but Silas growled low, his eyes glowing, and for a moment the whole room froze. “Say that again,” he snarled. “Say it, and I will show you just how unfit you are to sit at this table.” The old wolf paled but looked away, lips sealed.

A massive silver moon wolf, larger than any werewolf in the hall, stood before them all. I lifted my head. My cold, silver gaze cut through the silent crowd and locked onto a single shewolf who stood frozen in place. Then I spoke. My voice came out crisp and ethereal. It carried unquestionable authority through every corner of the hall. "Carla," I said. "Why do you not kneel before your Alpha Queen?" My words shattered the silence. Chaos ensued in the hall. "The Silver Moon Alpha Queen. It's the legendary Silver Moon Alpha Queen!" "Oh my goodness! That mute! No, I mean, she's our Alpha Queen!"

she teased him. “Why you gotta know all my secrets?” he grinned up at her. “You know all of mine,” Thea retorted. “Not nearly but, fine, if you must know, I’m a witch.” Thea stiffened, she and her sisters had not had good experiences with witches over the centuries. Whilst she and her sisters couldn’t be killed, they damn sure could be tortured. “I don’t want your blood, get that thought out of your head, neither does my coven,” he reassured her.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

Julian's voice cut through my thoughts which had my attention instantly snapping to him. Witchy grinned as if she held the world's secrets in the palm of her hands, and maybe she did. I heard most of their conversation before she decided to trap me in a glass prism. They kept records; archives was the word she used. She could know every secret known to mankind which probably made witches a dangerously powerful race. "We did," she answered, flexing her fingers on both hands before whispering something under her breath. The entire room was submerged in darkness for a short moment and then a burst of light blinded us.

she whispered. The realization hit me like a wave. She had known the entire time. She had been letting it happen. The knowledge crashed through me so hard that my orgasm tore out of nowhere. I came with a choked cry, pussy clenching hard around Theo’s fingers, dripping all over his hand in pulsing waves while Maya kept playing with my breasts. When the shaking finally slowed, Maya stood up without another word. “I’ll be in my room,” she said quietly, and walked away. The second the bedroom door clicked shut, Theo pulled me closer and kissed me hard. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my breasts, sliding down my stomach, rubbing the wet mess between my legs. He yanked my shirt up and off, l

“ I am not that stupid.” “ Say that after losing that grip of yours on my neck, it's like you are trying to choke me to death,” he said as he tipped his chin to her hands that were gripping his neck because she was surprised when he suddenly raised her in his arms. “ Such a passive-aggressive girl you are, your mouth says one thing and yet you do the other. I can’t help but think that you are actually thinking of hurting me, after all, I have heard from the members of the pack that witches who are silent are the ones who are most capable of killing someone. Witches and people who are silent aggressors are the ones who we need to watch out for, after all, there is a chance that you might kill

“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.