Strike Witches Characters Novels & Stories

“The witches. How many of them are working for Stone Heart?” “I thought I was the only one. Not until the last batch rolled in. Bri? Brittany? Brianna? Brillen...” “We don’t need a name,” Jareth cuts her off. “But you will need their names. They are quadruplets. A bunch of crazy witches who have lost their souls.” “Acting like you are any better? You dosed her with Fatedkiss over and over again.” I fight back a growl. “Because I knew she would survive. I am not the terrible person you make me out to be.” She looks over at Jareth, chewing the inside of her cheek, then turns to me. “How’s the girl holding up anyway?”

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“I’m sure that you would tell us anyway, so why don’t you get on with it?” She sneered back at me. “It means that I know every dirty little secret you all have been doing against each other to rise in ranks. For instance, your little sister, Isobel did not die by being mauled by wolves, it was the queen mother of your coven that orchestrated her death and the death of six other witches her age to rise to the rank of being the leader of your coven. The witches who were sacrificed for your so-called queen mother, their names are Sabrina, Dhalia, Maya, Freya, Gretta, and Genna”

But instead of stopping to torment me as I expected they would, Jean Marc made oogle eyes at Tippy while Kristophe reached out and touched Sashenka's cheek. My magic flared, demon roaring for me to act and I almost did. Almost. But these girls weren't frail and fragile flowers, weren't easily thralled normals like the damaged Page or the equally screwed-up Alison. They were witches, from powerful families. Tippy leaned toward Jean Marc, her ruby lips moving. She laughed when he jerked back from her, scowling. Whatever she said to him set her friends off. Nicci giggled beside her while Donalda howled so loud I heard her over the music.

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

I simply nodded, my neck still hurting, looking at her. However, there is another story which you may not know… “One of Solomon’s first daughters, an extremely powerful and extremely beautiful witch settled in the Alps. She was going to create a new coven, coven of Slavic Witches. You see, Solomon wanted magic to be taught across the world. He believed and to this day, believes in our kind.. And theirs – the humans”.. I continued nodding, simply staring at her.. She looked as if she were in a different space and time, entranced, as if she was not present there. There was melancholy in her voice, and somehow I knew this story was very personal to her.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

he roared at Flynn and Rider. The witches spun to look at them, their stupid faces clearly did not expect them to be around. “You two, get Emory and Cressida,” he gave a final request to Rider and Flynn. He then leaps toward the old hag who had attempted to run with the twins but he was faster. He blocked its way and with his sharp nails, he dug out half of its face down to its neck. The witch cannot defend itself since it was holding the twins. The witch cried out in pain, Emory and Cressida flail around until the witch dropped them to the ground.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.