The Hidden Witch Novels & Stories

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

Three days of waiting, watching, and hunting. And now… “How?” I asked again, my voice low. “It is as we suspected,” Ronan said. “She is a sorceress.” “What?” The word left my mouth sharper than I intended. “Last night,” he continued, “an old woman came to me in secret. She said she was risking everything by speaking. Turns out… all the hidden mages and witches in this pack hate her.” I stiffened. “Hidden?” “They fear her,” Ronan added. “Not because she is powerful alone, but because she works without loyalty. She sells her craft to anyone who pays enough.”

"I brought her here before she started telling me things, and started leading me on a way to save you from the dark shadows looming around you in the okace you call home." It was pretty deep hearing that there was a hidden coven where the witches we all thought were off, resides. As a Dandan, I would have been told about things like that but I guess that I was never that important to old Alpha Wolland in the first place. So many deep secrets settling in my face made me wonder where I had been all these years. It was hard, yes. Like hell. Every second something is said, hurt me more.

I am already thinking cult was the right assumption from the sounds of it. “What are ‘The Hidden’?” Imogen asks. “’The Hidden’ is what we call everyone who belongs to a supernatural species.” And there it is….the crazy. Of course, this gorgeous, perfect girl had to come with a fatal flaw. “What do you mean supernatural?” Imogen, sweet innocent Imogen, still trying to make it make sense. “Witches, werewolves, vampires, fairies, like that.” “And of those things, which do you claim to be?” I ask her, barely masking my open hostility at this point.

"Why do I feel like you're hiding something from me... (I didn't look at her). Maybe you forgot what happened 100yrs (a human found out the mysteries in their kingdom and trapped them by falling in love with their Kind. Little did they know she was hypnotized. When vail was broken. the king came back to his senses and ordered for the woman to be killed. But they forgot he is bonded to her...and that, if anything happens to her it happens to him. So, they killed her and instantly, the king died. They left behind One Girl child. Who grow up as their Goddess but she was attacked and killed during her delivery and the person who saved her child was a Human called Rolene? But little did they know

His eyes broadened when he realized the ‘thing’ he bumped into. Winzi! “Damn!” he cursed, almost jumped in bewilderment. Then he cussed, even more, when he saw Winzi’s wicked smirk. The crescent moon emblem in her forehead glowed in bright turquoise. “Where are you going?” Her arms crossed while her one brow raised. She was not wearing her blue robe with a hood this time. She wore her purple nightgown. Her long white hair was perfectly braided. “I need to find my sister,” he clenched his fist. He thought he could easily escape. But now that this witch caught him effortlessly, all his anticipation of being free was gone.

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.

“I’m sorry but I am off the menu tonight, but I certainly have plenty of ladies that will please you,” “You think I would come all the way over from my Pack for some pleasure?” “Then enlighten me,” I inched my face closer to hers. “I know you’re a Witch,” her eyes twitched in shock and my smile deepened. “You might have hidden it so well from the others but I know a Witch when I see one no matter the concealer spell you use.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She looked around suspiciously, obviously she didn’t want the people around to know of her true identity. She led me up the stairs and into her cabinet.

I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy. I've done my research about red hair but the only clue I have is that I was born as a witch. A red witch, a powerful being in the world. In the books, it had informed me that witches had become extinct for hundreds of years and that a red witch is just a myth. There are still unanswered questions and it's giving me a headache. I should find clues inside the estate since it has a large library. I'm sure I can find other answers in there.

It sharpened it, because the very thing that made me love her — that fierce, stubborn, self-erasing courage — was the thing keeping her hidden from me, and I couldn't hate her for it no matter how it burned. It was Bram who first spoke the name, and he spoke it the way you'd name a sickness. We were three days back from another dead road, sitting in the cold blue light of the kitchen while my mother slept, and he said, low, "There's someone I haven't told you about. Because you'd have gone to her a year ago, half-mad as you were, and she'd have eaten you alive." He turned his cup in his rough hands. "They call her the Witch. Out past the eastern flats." I told him I had no time for stories a