The Enchanting Bayou Witch And Her Bikers Novels & Stories

It was a place of slaughter, of dark rites and blood-soaked altars, and now Eleanor was sailing straight into its shore. If she knew what I knew, the true depth of those witches’ wickednwss, she would never have set foot on that boat. She would have turned back, kept our pup safe within the pack’s borders, far from the reach of their evil hands. But she didn’t know, and I couldn’t sit idle, pacing the dirt paths of our territory, waiting for word of her fate. Her Beta, Ryker, was gone too, likely at her side, and I cursed his loyalty even as I envied it. Together, they might think themselves strong, but against the witches of Capris Coven? They would be no match, none of us would. Those hags

Would Lady Cecile go for it? Were the witches like the wolves who had one leader who they obeyed unquestioningly? If one of the witches present decided that Baylor’s life was not worth the trade and took actions into their own hands, I was fucked. Too much was at stake, a lot could go wrong. A rustling caught my attention, “Shhh!” I said suddenly. Baylor on the other hand saw it as a chance, “Over here!” he yelled. “Shit!” I snarled, that bastard was giving us away.

But even amid the warmth, strategy loomed like a shadow. Silas, seated quietly near the fire, finally spoke. “Vera won’t stay dormant forever. We’re down to hours—not days.” Thomas nodded firmly. “Our scouts reported movement along the outer bayous. The witches are gathering.” Claude’s deep Cajun voice rumbled through the room. “Then we burn them out like Odessa said. Seal every path with fire. Force them into the open.” Rio nodded, his jaw set. “It will work. We’ll make sure of it.”

Bri shouted smiling, and then she sent herself full throttle into a spin. We caught her up and immediately fell into Bri’s training the men and women behind us dressed as one form or another of wolves followed suit. Some dancing alone others together and mingling in groups. An hour or more passed, and the streets became more dense with people as we came down the narrow streets of the quarter. Our ranks pulled in tighter Zoey and Isaac pulled away from the others coming close to our backs. Bri never missed a step, mine or Wyatt’s hands always keeping on her sliding down her curves and keeping pace. What may have looked like reckless abandon and wild movements to the crowd was a sensuous dance

She knew the bitch was still around. Allison’s eyes welled with fresh tears again thinking Zamini’s body burned in the blazing house. She choked a sob with pain and hurt. She couldn't save her. She failed as their saviour. She couldn't stop Thana. “Thana is still here. Let's catch that bitch!” Esther prompted her to move but Suddenly three women appeared in their vision wearing black gowns. Their aura screamed ugly vibes and Esther and Allison knew they were witches. Evil witches! Allison rose to her full height slowly despite the pain shooting through her back. Her bloodshot eyes burned with utter rage. She will kill them. Mercilessly.

Held hostage as collateral? "The white eyes. What do they mean?" I asked, my tone urgent as I felt time was limited. "The Bayou Witch," Sugar answered. "Sajida." "She soul trapped us," a girl across the other way yelled to us. "Took our spirits, keep them with her somewhere we can't never find them. As long as she got our souls, we can never leave the bayou! We go where she want us, and if she don't want us off this bayou, we don't leave!"

This was the woman who’d caused all the pain the pack had experienced. “Looks like we have company,” the witch said, turning her head to look right at her. She was no longer hidden. Cain’s wolf growled and threw off the two wolves that had bitten him before he turned to start running to her. But another wolf caught him in the side, and then another. She sensed Jackson was holding back even though they were not, and she knew why. The wolves were familiar, too. The witch was making him kill his own people. Her anger rose, bolstering her as she ran towards the witch, her knives ready. But something hit her with so much force from the back that she flew across the rest of the distance and crashe

“Okay, sweetie. Twenty minutes later, I make my way down the stairs, ready to tackle another annoying day at Chelan High. I say goodbye to mom, dad, and Gran, hop on my bike, and make my way to school. I park at the far end of the parking lot, pulled my helmet off, and hopped off my bike. I look at the building and groan, nine more months until I am free from this hellhole. I sigh, making my way up the steps; someone hurries past me and hits my shoulder in the process. “Watch it, witch bitch!” “You better watch it, wereslut!” A series of oohhs come from the crowd around us. She approaches me, slowly glaring. “I’ll end you!” she screams. “Try me slut, and you’ll see what this witch can do. “S

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: