Serve Ranni The Witch Novels & Stories

Her eyes darted around the room, searching. A figure stepped forward from the shadows. A man with eerie, piercing eyes. His presence sent a chill through the air. "I’ve been looking for you, Raven," the male witch said smoothly. Raven tensed. "Why?" The witch’s lips curled into a wicked grin. "To kill you. And every wolf in your pack." Damien took advantage of the distraction and kicked Ryan off him. Just as he got to his feet, the witch lifted his hand and shot a bolt of dark magic at Raven.

She stammered fearfully as she hurriedly stared at her chest where she was stabbed, she looked inside the dress she was wearing, surprised she looked up at the lady before her. “It’s a faint scar, it’s supposed to be ….” She trailed off as the lady’s body rose to the air before she stood on her feet. “My name is Rune and I am a witch, you are not in your world, you are in the world of the wolves, werewolves,” Rune said as she gestured for Merry to raise but before the human could put that to action, her body rose from the ground she was. “Please don’t kill me, I would give you anything, please.” Merry pleaded.

The Mother Witch watches both women catch their breath, then turns her attention back to our group, Dagar specifically. “The Raven Wolf King,” she says. “And you must be the Mother Witch,” Dagar says. He shows little amusement. “That I am. Now, make your birds retreat.” Dagar keeps his hands at his sides, doing his best to hide his anger, though the tight set of his muscles betrays him as he makes the birds withdraw. Only a few remain, perched around the corners of the room. Behind, poised on a sconce, the white raven watches. The mother Witch—Rowena—gives Malindra a nod, prompting Irena and Malindra to move to her side and speak in perfect unison. “Murus Scutum de morra.”

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

Arax says. Turning on my heels I bump into Dionne the human that was going to be a sacrifice for the Witch, she's a pretty little thing clearing my throat I say “What are you doing here?” “ I was-” I didn't hear anything else she was saying because my Wolf Arax said that word again “ Mate” “ Not again”. I say knowing thayim not going to reject this one.

His curly hair brushed her neck as Ken sniffed aloud. "This one is very young." "Her family didn't want her." The traffickers explained, rubbing salt to Ariana wounded heart. "Thought so. " Neol said before stepping back. "Okay. The auction would start after another half an hour. Bring them carefully especially the virgins. Sorcerer like virgins for their sacrifices. " Ariana's heart sunk in cold water. It seemed the sacrifice that Ghost Aurby said was for the sorcerers. Although she couldn't understand most of the terms they used. Her probability of being buy by the sorcerers must be high according to them.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

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.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

*KINCAID'S P.O.V* THE COLLAR Of his shirt suddenly felt tight and chuffed against his skin as his gaze was locked with the witch's. Then she looked away and stood in front of the podium. She cleared her throat once and said, "My name is Arlana," She said in a husky voice. "I am the Luna of A****n River Wolves, Brazil. And I am the last descendant of the great Coven." Her gaze washed over the room. It was deathly quiet as the man waited to hear what she wanted to say.