Son Of A Witch Book Novels & Stories

I left my husband to care for my small baby boy as they were both spared because my husband at the time was the Alpha to the pack and my son was the strong heir the pack dearly yearned for. My poor son, Alpha Jacob's father was cleansed of any witch's blood in him and that's how the witches' lineage ended with me. I wanted my son so badly to have magical abilities, and be fond memories of concocting potions and performing spells with his mother and father but that was a short-lived lifestyle I dearly yearned for... "Tell me more about the girl, Jacob is fated to?" "Mistress, I only know of her name and the pack hails from." She replied while holding onto my dark spells book of life.

"That bastard Darian and his damn sight. I'll just have to be more careful now." He rubbed his temples and let out a weary sigh. “I know my father must have put all this here,” he said, skimming through the pages of the spellbook. “Witch’s spellbooks.” He let out a bitter scoff. “My father ordered the killing of all witches, both the good and the evil ones.” I swallowed hard, the memory of my family’s murder flashing vividly in my mind.

, I state. The witch looks up at me, feeling slightly uncomfortable as I feel her look through my mind. Not long after, it pushed her out. She glares at me, which releases in me, shrugging my shoulders; she lets out a sigh before disappearing. Scanning the room, I noticed something moving, so I headed towards it; it’s a baby rosy boa, they’re one of the few viviparous, so they give birth and not lay eggs. Gently petting its head as I walk back to the seat, the baby boa curls up around my neck to get the heat that’s coming from my body; the witch comes back with two books. Raising an eyebrow, she passes the books over and then starts explaining. “The first book is about Reda Bahar Phoenix lik

in to the cabin quickly . Inside there was herbs hanging from the ceiling and drying out everywhere. It always smelled so comforting to me, like it was one big hug. We settled down on a blue couch in the living room. Meemaw was scrabbling in the kitchen and came out with a tray with a nice tea set she always used for guests and a small plate of freshly baked cookies. ‘ Wow meemaw was really expecting us’. Meemaw placed everything in front of us and sat down while letting a breath out. “ OKAY, Kiara it’s time to tell you about your parents”. We listened intently for 2 hours as meemaw explained who I came from. By the end of the conversation I silently got up and walked outside. I sat on the

I remind him because I have a feeling he knew more than he was letting out. " Young Alpha need I remind you that I am from the council and I demand that you hand over the Witch, with no question ask!" He yelled. Before I could respond Alpha Farrell was on his feet " We all know the rule , wolves do not get involved into punishing a WITCH" he took a deep breath " Do you think I'll be sitting here if it wasn't for that law, we are going to do this right or else I'm going to think you had something to do with my daughter's death"

Geraldine questioned, her voice firm and unwavering. She turned to the rest of the witches, her expression resolute. “Susan consulted me earlier after Father Bosco left about the offer from the wolf girl, Yvonne, who happens to be the daughter of Catherine, the greatest witch in history—the very one we’ve been seeking,” she explained, a hint of satisfaction in her smile. Lucy gasped in disbelief. “What? And all this time, we never knew? How certain are you about this?” “I attempted to probe her mind earlier today, but something blocked me—a force of great power,” Susan admitted, her fist clenched tightly. “Only Catherine Brooks could wield such magic.”

“I’ll ready my warriors." “The honour is all mine, Alpha. Explain the witches to them, will you?” “We don’t hate witches in my pack, your majesty. My son is mated to a witch. We had to get past our...ah...prejudices very quickly.” “Oh,” I say, more than a little surprised. “So am I. Imagine that. Her coven doesn’t mind?” “She doesn’t belong to a coven.” “A witch?” my father spits, staying on point as always. “A fucking witch? What’s wrong with you, boy? Have you no honour? No decency?”

His thumb digs into my cheek, and he smells like money, antiseptic, and control. A knife slams into the marble between us. Silas Blackmane steps out of the shadow with blood on his hands that isn’t his. Witch-wolf. Alpha of Hollow Spires. His mother was the High Witch who cursed my bloodline a hundred years ago, and his territory is all bone towers and old magic. When he speaks, his voice has an echo. “She’s mine. My mother’s blood runs in her veins.” The echo is her. The High Witch doesn’t die. She just moves into her sons.

She looked through me. Like I was already a memory . “So this is him,” the first witch said softly. “Alpha Blackwood.” Her voice didn’t echo. It lingered. I didn’t move. Didn’t bow. Didn’t speak. “The father,” the second one added, circling slightly. “You carry his scent strongly.” “My son is not your concern,” I said flatly. A faint smile touched the first witch’s lips. “Everything about him is our concern.” The elders didn’t speak.

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an