Secrets Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

~Elvira~ “Not all bad?” Silas questioned incredulously. He leaned across the prep table, his shadow stretching long over the kitchen tile, then looked at me, his dark eyes had a warning that went deeper than words. “Be careful around them, child. A wolf knows where his ally stands, but a witch doesn't, they only go where serves them the most. They don't form lasting treaties and they can unravel you from the inside out.” I rubbed my bare wrist. The skin was still tender where the wooden beads had lived for the past few months.

I would do it swiftly, while there was no reason to keep her alive, but the witch sitting on the opposite side, her eyes changing from their initial blue to a faint lilac as she traced a finger in circles on Valerie’s palm. “Secrets.” the witch deplored, “There are secrets that are holding you back. You must face them, and find your truth.” “That’s very vague.” I scoffed, “Even I could have told her that.” “Then give me your palm, child.” I shook my head firmly. “I’m not here for that.” “Just give her your palm, babe. She won’t hurt you.” What would this witch tell me that Elena didn’t already? Reluctantly, I stretched my arm across the table, and placed my hand in his, a shiver running down

The air simply grew heavier, filled with that suffocating, sharp scent of ozone that always followed witch magic. “Rest time is over, little memento,” the lead witch whispered. Her bare face, without the mask, looked even more repulsive in the cave’s blue glow. “Your Alpha is moving too slowly. It seems he needs a little… motivation.” Two more figures stepped out of the shadows. They held long staffs studded with shards of ice, their tips vibrating ominously. “What do you want?” I asked, but my voice came out dry and hoarse. “What Silas promised but never dared to give,” the witch replied, waving her hand.

“ 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

Agatha summoned a powerful magic. The black she-wolf tried to move but couldn't. She looked around her and saw that she was held by Agatha's magic. "What?" She was tryign to pull herself free, but couldn't. Agatha sneered at her. "When did you put your magic wrapped around me?" There were vines grabbing the black she-wolf's from beneath the ground and holding her still. "Silence is the deadliest secret," said Agatha. "What?" asked the black she-wolf, she was beginning began to panic.

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

There was something about their voices that made her feel like she was hearing a secret that had been hidden for centuries. As the conversation continued, Claire felt a sense of wonder and fear intertwine within her. The witches' words were like a spell, weaving a web of enchantment around her. And at the center of it all was Abigail, the mother witch who seemed to hold all the answers. As the night wore on and the moon rose high in the sky, Claire realized that she was no longer in control of her own destiny. She was part of something much bigger than herself, something ancient and powerful that had been waiting for her to awaken.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

"Sylkara ethrona lathandria, kyros meranith torundria, venara zyndalith..." The words flowed out of the witch's lips like water as she chanted and even Mia by looking at the witch's mouth could see how much the words she said had so much power. And as the incantation continued, the room was getting colder and the silence was getting heavier. The silence was so loud and anyone in that room could hear it or even taste it just as how it affected Mia. The black candles that were placed properly, flickered wildly and their flames danced and twisted. The presence of the dark magic was alluring and danced with the flames.