The Enchanting Bayou Witch And Her Bikers Novels & Stories

she yelled at the top of her voice and it echoed through the dark forest. Brea nodded at someone "Roxie." she said and another witch stepped forward lifted the head of a werewolf and danced around the fire. A very odd witch in red the same shade of the moon lifted sand in one hand and an empty pendant in the other. They chanted a song that charged the air and atmosphere with the increased sense of murder, my head spun as I held on to a tree for support. A loud sound like hypnosis pierced through my mind, I struggled to look up as Brea took a dagger and sliced the palm of the witch in red which I now recognized as Leah's mother.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

Her red hair almost looked like it was on fire. After the woman toke Tala, we were directed to the underground dungeon in the academy. We tried to fight but the woman turned out to be an elemental witch. A very powerful one. She managed to bind the four of us with just a flip of her staff. And now we were here, in this God-forsaken cage. I did not even know what happened to Tala. I needed to know if she was okay or if something bad had happened to my girl.

He slammed the door and walked out of Captain Harris’ office leaving him spellbound. Detective White started driving to the witches’ quarter. A place located in the East of New Orleans where dark witches live and as well sell magical objects. Both white clan and dark witches. After the incident at Bailey Avenue, he sought help in the witches’ quarter and one of them promised to help if he will pay a good amount of money. Her name is, Eva.

She shuffled through the notes and found the one with his numbers on it. She brought out her phone and quickly copied the number before storing bit safely among her contacts. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked back to the counter. She had just settled down when she sensed Jackson behind her. Jackson had heard the ladies discussion about how Lucia had given Roberto a cold shoulder and how she had claimed to have heard everything they were discussing a out her. He had merely smiled at their ignorance. They never knew that Lucia here was a powerful witch cum wolf who had the power and ability to destroy them with just a thought in her heart.

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

Their eyes were dull, and their skin was a sickly gray. I grabbed the shoulders of a high-ranking warrior I recognized. His face was haggard, his hands trembling. “What happened?” I demanded. He coughed, a weak, rattling sound. “The witches... the dark enchantress... she is on a rampage. She’s taking them. She’s taking everyone’s wolves.” He gripped my hand with a strength that surprised me, his eyes wide with fear. “She is going to start the ritual here. She was holding two children...twins…”

“We will, Arnou chuckled. The road to Lycan territory was rather smooth and I was scared initially Bayata has been confirmed to be the most powerful witch and as such she has been sought for by people either to heal or to steal her powers whichever one it was Arnou and I choose not to let Bayata into that kind of world yet as we believe she would grow up and figure things out instead of complicating things for her.

“I want more than a plan. I want power. There has to be something. A spell. A rune. A pact. Anything.” Ben looked to the horizon. “Then we go see someone who knows those things.” Gunner raised a brow. “Charlie already said—” “I’m not talking about Charlie,” Ben cut in. “I’m talking about the witch who taught Charlie.” Jax groaned. “Please tell me she’s not the one who lives in the swamp and throws dead frogs at people.” Tyler smirked. “Oh, she is. And I bet she’s missed us.” ************* Deep in the southern edge of neutral territory...

"Oh, but you will. Once I have Theria in my custody. Your little strumpet will live so as long as you cooperate, Warren. The last report from the Bokken Riders said they are very close to taking the Scald Crow and its crew over." "The witch is lying to you," Warren stared at the buildings just outside the car door with a wistful expression on his face. The witch has no choice to listen, or she won't get free. She held up a tube, "I also gathered the original enchantment from various tribal leaders in the area." "So, you plan to antagonize the one ally you have. How smart is that?" from where Warren sat, Vasilia looked batshit crazy. "We'll call it an insurance policy to make sure she holds u