Soul Of A Witch Audiobook Novels & Stories

The whispers started again and my focus reverted back to it. I had only been a few hours in and this book had taught me spells I never knew existed in my life. The baffling things were it felt like this book was made for me, an extension to my life. I had also found the ritual process and ingredients for the Alpha’s curse. It could have made me happy but there was a major problem. I was still engulfed in my thoughts when I suddenly saw Alpha Hansel standing before my table. I almost jumped out of fear from his predatory looks.

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

Isabella asked, returning the empty glass to Audrey. "Oh, you're still unaware, dear sister. Your daughter is one of us, in fact, the very first witch," Miranda informed proudly. Isabella turned to Audrey in shock. "You're a witch too?" She asked, surprised. Audrey nodded with a smile, "Yes, Mother. I'm the reincarnation of Catherine, the first witch," Audrey explained. Isabella smiled with pride, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Oh, my baby," Isabella opened her arms, hugging Audrey tightly to herself.

" Luna was stunned by what she was hearing. To save their pack, Alex had sold his soul to the witch. And now they were in great danger, thanks to the witch's tremendous sorcery. Luna's heart plummeted even further as they approached the pack's stronghold. The witch had been brutally assaulted and was now standing outside the gates, a cruel smirk on her face. Luna got frightened and didn’t want to enter the pack. She ran away into the dense forest. She saw a hallway and entered.

I wept, my sobs raw and unrestrained, as she shook her head and whispered hoarsely, "What's done is done. Let it go." "This was all part of the divine plan," she continued, her voice calm and resolute. "You needed to walk this path, to grow. Now, your heart can truly belong to the forest again." Her words struck something deep within me. When I looked up, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope stir in my chest. From that moment, I immersed myself in my studies, locking myself away to delve into the sacred texts and the wisdom of the witches who had come before me. Each piece of knowledge I uncovered carried the weight of generations, a treasure passed down through countless hands.

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

Of what? My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “What do you mean?” I asked, almost in tears. “What happened to me? What’s happening to my soul? I feel like I’m living in someone else’s shadow, like something inside me isn’t mine anymore.” The witch sighed, stepping closer. The air around her shimmered faintly with dark energy. “Then listen carefully,” she said. “Because the truth will destroy you, but you deserve to know it.” I swallowed hard, my hands trembling at my sides.

“Bring her back to me.” The witch examined the book, then looked me over. “Soul Recall can only open a door for the dead. It cannot force a soul to walk through it.” “What if she refuses to return?” My hands curled into fists. “She won’t.” The witch suddenly laughed, her eyes openly mocking. “A woman who chose death over seeing you again, and yet you’re so sure she’ll return?” My face went white. “What do you know?” She ignored my question. “If she refuses, the magic will turn against the summoner. Your wolf spirit will be torn apart. You may die as well.”

“Don’t mind me, my dear. Continue your book. I can wait for as long as you want. ‘Fuck you.’ I bellowed inside my mind. Shutting my eyes for a while, I made a mental note not to get teased by him. I wanted to prove that mere lust couldn’t take my mind away from a piece of information regarding my kin. “Dark witches are powerful because they sold their souls. There is a legend that the demon himself made a book of spells for dark witches. So, by reading and learning it, we have agreed to bind ourselves to the demon. However, many are still doubtful about that. Some people—Ahh.”

That’s what they are, the souls, that’s what the Moon goddess said. “What are souls?” Lucy asks me. Guess I said that aloud. “The swirling fog we see inside the Bloodstone. The Moon goddess told me she placed a part of herself, the first wolf, and the first witch inside there. So that really would be souls, I guess, not fog.”