Secrets Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

It sharpened it, because the very thing that made me love her — that fierce, stubborn, self-erasing courage — was the thing keeping her hidden from me, and I couldn't hate her for it no matter how it burned. It was Bram who first spoke the name, and he spoke it the way you'd name a sickness. We were three days back from another dead road, sitting in the cold blue light of the kitchen while my mother slept, and he said, low, "There's someone I haven't told you about. Because you'd have gone to her a year ago, half-mad as you were, and she'd have eaten you alive." He turned his cup in his rough hands. "They call her the Witch. Out past the eastern flats." I told him I had no time for stories a

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

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.

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.

The man fought to breathe, his face turning purple. "You don't deserve it. None of you do!" the Chief exclaimed and hurled his henchman across the room. "I paid for her to be here with me. I bought her.” He gave a twist to the gigantic vase at the corner. It creaked. The loaded bookshelf turned around, revealing the dark secret behind it. Clover's photos were all over—from fully covered to strapless and everything in between. Ogling with his longing eyes, he rubbed his hardened cock against the pictures and moaned. "You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all."

I had to calm myself before I got any closer or I might do something foolish. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. The feeling was so strong that I knew I had to be close, but I couldn’t detect any scent. It didn’t make sense. From nearby, a soft, breathy sound rang out in the silence. I turned toward it quickly, but stopped the second my eyes landed on the source. It was a woman—no, a witch. She was standing next to a huge oak tree and her hand went to her chest in what seemed to be an unconscious movement. She was staring at me wide eyed with her lips parted slightly as if she meant to speak, but couldn’t.

he said, each word deliberate, sharp. Bella sank into her chair, hands trembling, muttering, “Please… please don’t make this worse.” I turned toward the door, chest tight with frustration. my mind racing. Lucas had shaken everything but it wasn’t just him. It was her. Bella. The woman I trusted, the one I thought I knew, had been keeping secrets from me. A sharp pang of betrayal cut through me, hotter and heavier than any anger I’d felt at Lucas. How long had she been hiding this from me? How many lies had I swallowed without even knowing?

"What do you mean?" She leaned back and crossed her arms. "You know, I am not just any witch. Me and my sister were the hidden ones. The ones who had been working in the shadows for centuries, plotting our revenge against the light. The ones who had been waiting for the right moment to strike. But she fell for you werewolves and got killed. Let me tell you a secret, I am going to kill Salem and his pack too. Then each and every pup, leaving no trace of wolves! " I growled at her, " No! I will never let this happen. "

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin