Soul Of A Witch Audiobook 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.

All around Diana and Rudolph were books littered all over the place. In Diana's hand was a book titled, 'Soul Travel' while Rudolph had 'The Demonstration' in his hands. They had skimmed through so many books that not much was left. Diana was currently on a page about a wolf spirit, travelling to the in-between world to retrieve the soul of the human. Diana had been stuck on that chapter for a long time, trying to connect it to her case. The procedure would need an Oracle but all Werewolf Oracles were killed in the Reviving.

the dark witch replied, her voice dripping with languid charm. Annabelle and Annabelle nodded, sensing the sincerity in her words. The witch placed her hands on Claire’s mug, her eyes transforming to a pure black, while her hair seemed to levitate around her. She began to chant in a language I couldn’t comprehend. The twins nodded in sync with the witch, suggesting they understood the incantation. Claire’s body lifted into the air as the dark witch continued her chant. Moments later, the souls of the wolves began to escape from Claire’s mouth.

It crescendos, sucking my brains out. A gruesome cry leaves from between my lips and I drop to my knees panting. My vision goes blurry, the picture before me, nothing but a vivid haze of orange with a hue of black. “The soul” “Thy protector”, My breath hitches, the blur in my vision returning to normal, “ Thy protector - my soul belongs to the witches when this body perishes. My soul will be at the mercy of the witches forever, and they shall use it as they please.” In the next second my words collapse in the air, and the caw of the crows erupts, thousands of the very creatures rising in the air and dropping their way right to me.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

Stevie cleared her throat and leaned forward to rest her forearms on the table. “I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to say what I think, okay? All the fairy tales about witches, vampires, werewolves, fae, and so on are true. Our grandfather was the one that founded the treaty with Randall Cane and Jackson’s father, to keep peace among the races. You’re a born witch from the Knox coven, descendent of Marcus Knox, who was the leader and founder of the Alaskan coven.” “Okay, but why did you freak out, about the dream?”

here is her first victim. She attacked him, and he drove her off—then Changed at the next new moon.” Asil stilled. “What?” Toby nodded. “There’s something strange about that wolf. She’s only solid sometimes. Lauren hurt her, and she fled, but as soon as she was out of sight, her tracks and blood just stopped.” Asil’s breath caught. “You know something?” “They were all dead,” he whispered. “Who?” “All the witches who knew . . . but then we all underestimated Mariposa.” “Mariposa? As in butterfly?” Asil’s eyes were black in the night. “I am not a witch.” Which seemed like an odd answer to his question. Toby considered him. “But you’ve been alive a long, long time,” Toby suggested. “And Sarai

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

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It echoed through the chamber, high and sharp, crawling along my spine like cold steel. Impatience flared hot in my chest. “What do you see, oh great one?” I pressed, teeth clenched. But she only laughed harder, body shaking, the sound breaking into a fit of hysteria. The flames writhed in answer. The witch’s head rolled back as her chant deepened, her voice fracturing into layers doubled, then tripled until it sounded as though unseen mouths whispered alongside her. “Kareth… Kareth… sa’loon ivrah,