The Bone Witch Novels & Stories

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

I asked all at once. "The powers of the witches were dwindling in Texas some time ago. I reckon a power witch might've been led by Zelena's secret to dig up her bones. We know what happens once her bones comes in contact with a fellow witch." Said Mia and I nodded. "She absorbs herself into this witch." I completed, realizing the mess M was in. "So the witch who she attached herself to got in contact with M and now is in M because M is the potential candidate for her revenge against Cassidy."

"We were merely returning from an early research walk to consult the botanical archives—" "Save the theatrical falsehoods, Mr. Vane," Vance interrupted, his voice cutting through the hall like a razor blade. "The entire eastern wing of the upper dormitories has been reduced to ash, and your suite looks as though it survived a localized siege. Do you take me for a fool?" "We didn't cause the breach," Zeyric stepped out from behind Thalen, his chin lifted despite the frantic, warning thrum of the soul-bond screaming inside his ribs. "Veyron broke in. He was corrupted by something in the lower city, a parasitic charm—"

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire -- although, some would argue that vampires were more cursed than blessed. “I think I’ll start with a leg,” I said, lowering the bone saw to the skeleton’s femur. I let the blade graze the bone. “No! Wait!” the skeleton cried out. “I swear no one sent me. I was attracted to the girl’s scent.” I lifted the blade away from the skeleton’s leg and furrowed my brows. “What scent?” I said. “She has a scent,” the skeleton replied. “And a strong one at that. Strong enough to make me go a little… crazy.”

I crept forward, keeping my footsteps very light. In the center of the clearing stood a hut made of woven roots and animal bones. The witch sat quietly by a small fire. She did not look like an ugly old hag from the rumours. She was young, with long silver hair and eyes as black as coal. Glowing blue lines covered every inch of her skin. They pulsed with the rhythm of her heartbeat, if she had a heartbeat.

Cursed. Jasper cursed under his breath. “The Bonekeep Ruins.” “A place abandoned after the Witch Wars,” Brenda whispered. “It makes sense.” Louis grabbed his blades. “We have to move now.” ************************************************ Back at the Bonekeep, Freya stalked through the tunnels like a shadow herself. She didn’t know how she was doing it, she was just following her powers the way the torches flickered when she passed, how the guards seemed to miss her entirely — but she wasn’t questioning it.

“These bones need to be reset.” Witches and wolves were rarely friends. In fact, I thought it was in our DNA that we were wary of one another. Even now, after years of knowing each other, I was horribly uncomfortable when Blair put her hands on me and muttered something to pull the bones back into place. Still in wolf form, I begrudgingly lapped up the potion she presented in a special little dish she had gotten just to mock me when I couldn’t do anything other than beg for her mercy.