Son Of A Witch Book Novels & Stories

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.

Because what else could I do? I turned to face the men sitting. “As you know, my father has magic. His magic stems from his parentage. As I assume, you all know. His mother, my actual grandmother, was the daughter of the first family. The first line of wolves. What you probably didn’t know was that the first wolf was a son of a witch. A powerful line that had settled in the area years before anyone else. The three faced goddess couldn’t save her son, so the moon goddess did. But his father…Garith, is the son of a witch who fell in love with a wolf.” I turned to my grandmother. “This is his mother.” “The witch?”

he said guiltily. “Since I met you it’s been frightening and chaotic. I’ve not only learned my dead mother is some sort of mutant monster and that my fairytale vampires aren’t fairy tales at all. In fact, the human with super powers I fell in love with is actually a fairytale vampire whose mother is a witch with…what is it? Oh yes, fae blood,” I said in a tone that was more of a whimper than a complaint. “As if that wasn’t bad enough... my evil mutant-vampire mother married me off to an equally evil vampire who tried to rip me in half on our wedding night. Now, I’m being hunted by this evil creature and I’m sure by Sybil as well. So please forgive me if I ask for a reprieve before I face

“That’s exactly what your grandmother used to say at your age.” I wandered farther between the narrow shelves mostly to escape the public humiliation, while Harmony disappeared toward the romance section making loud, dramatic noises about enemies-to-lovers tropes. The bookstore glowed softly beneath the low hanging lights while the snow drifted in thick waves outside the front windows facing Main Street. I paused near the folklore section automatically, my fingers tracing the bindings. Appalachian legends, mountain myths, and local history books lined the dark wood. One specific title caught my eye immediately: The Founding Families of Black Hollow.

You are not any ordinary Girl, You are a Witch. I guess you are understanding what I want to say, the powers you are having, it's not just a gift, you have inherited it from your father. And your father is not dead, He is a wizard and the king of the WitchDom. You are his only daughter, our daughter, the sign of our love. When you have born, he had to return to his kingdom, as there was a war going on, He left and never came back. But I know he did love us, you. I kept it away from you for several reasons, I thought you could have a normal life, unlike your father. But now, as I know you belong with them. But know always, I have loved you and all I ever did is to protect you. Now you should

“I will handle this,” Maverick said as he dropped the phone call, and soon enough, he arrived. He looked at the sorry excuse of a man his brother had become and wanted to kill him. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I wanted to test that little morsel your son has upstairs. I thought maybe he would be more of a team player than you ever were.” The man spat out. “I mean, he has his own version of his mother, a simpleton and whore.”

Richard should be expecting me by now, after all, I was a few minutes late to the party. Stepping lightly on the brake, my smile became wide. No lights came from the looming building, but crowds were gathered at the entrance. Humans, wolves and vampires alike. My parents had made this city. Molded it in their image. Archenbow was home to all species. Even some witches had taken up residence within these streets, but none was as powerful as I was. Sadly, none of my other siblings had inherited the trait of magic either, making me the first and only witch within my family. It was rarely a burden, except for the times that I felt utterly alone.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

My family, the true High Wolves, were meant to rule, shield, and protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, as strong as an ancient mountain. But even mountains can crack. All it took was trust, handed to the wrong hands. The woman who came into our lives had a smile that could win the hearts of men. Hair white as snow and eyes that glowed a beautiful blue. She spoke like a queen, but didn’t treat the wolves any differently. My father let her inside our home, our pack, but it was her magic that seeped into our walls and spread poison. I saw her whisper to a rogue alpha, his eyes hungry with power, and she fed him what was ours. Together, the High Witch and the current High Wolf took our

I rubbed my head tiredly. "Where is this girl from that she was treated so bad?" The witch, who may or may not be Sandra asked. "She came from the Red Blood pack." Sawyer's phone dropped to the table with a clang out of the witch's hand and I looked at her incredulously. "What's wrong?" Sawyer asked, uneasily. 3/4 Chapter 19 The witch was frozen. Her eyes were wide with panic in her eyes. During the conversation, I had nearly forgotten she was a 12 or 13 year-old girl, but now she looked every bit one.