The Hidden Witch Novels & Stories

“Your scent will give you away the moment you cross Woodcrest’s borders. Jermain will know, and you’ll be caught. And that would be the end of all our efforts. And then he will me more cautious, take more precautions to keep her out of our reach until he has carried out his plans.” The mere thought of Alpha Jermain succeeded, sent a shiver down my spine. Ivor nodded. “There is a solution for this. We must hide my scent. Mask it so Jermain nor his pack members detect me. We’ll need a witch to do that.” Alpha Gene’s face lit up with a flicker of hope. “Zela had a friend, a witch from the Night Raven Coven. She can create a potion to hide your scent and make you invisible to him.”

"It's said to be hidden in a secret location, guarded by powerful magic. But I know someone who might be able to help us." "Who?" Tabitha asked. "The witch who created the fruit in the first place," the Alpha said. "She's been in hiding for years, but I know where to find her." We all nodded in agreement. It was risky, but it was our best shot. We set out to find the witch, traveling through treacherous terrain and facing dangerous creatures along the way. But finally, we reached her hiding place: a small cabin deep in the forest. The witch was old and wrinkled, but her eyes were sharp and bright. She listened intently as we explained our situation, and then she nodded slowly.

Julian's voice cut through my thoughts which had my attention instantly snapping to him. Witchy grinned as if she held the world's secrets in the palm of her hands, and maybe she did. I heard most of their conversation before she decided to trap me in a glass prism. They kept records; archives was the word she used. She could know every secret known to mankind which probably made witches a dangerously powerful race. "We did," she answered, flexing her fingers on both hands before whispering something under her breath. The entire room was submerged in darkness for a short moment and then a burst of light blinded us.

The likeness between this old lady and my mate was uncanny. "I will take her to you. But please understand that she has not spoken much of her past." I warned her. "Ethel, my name is Ethel Swinsore, the last surviving witch of Brookhaven." she held her hand to me and hesitated before taking it. Witch. But Victoria was not a witch; she was a wolf. My luna. "She is a wolf witch; she has special hidden powers. When she was a newborn baby, a rare spell was placed upon her to seal her true identity.

I tightened my fists at my sides but held my ground, refusing to show weakness. “The witch’s name,” it continued, its voice dark with amusement, “isn’t something you would ever get easily and its not because I’m keeping it from you… but because even I, myself, don’t know it. She is not someone you can reach by shouting questions and pretending to be powerful. She hides in shadows you cannot even imagine, and you are far too blind to see through them.”

--- ~Hours Later - The Shadowlands~ Deep inside a hidden place protected by old magic, a woman suddenly woke up, breathing fast. Morvella. The witch who helped Selene and Damon complete their bond months ago. She sat up from where she was meditating, her heart beating quickly. “The Shadow Wolf is dying,” she said quietly. Around her, the other witches of the Hidden Coven—the good witches who had spent many years protecting what was left of true magic—began to wake up too. “Are you sure?” the oldest one asked.

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

As her gnarled fingers stirred the contents of the pot with a sickening squelch, I could feel the aura of darkness that emanated from her very being. I crouched behind a boulder, hidden from her view but keenly observing every move she made. The little girl who had given me the tip had been right: the witch was indeed hiding here—or rather, been staying here. Her guard was down, unaware of the predator that had tracked her to this desolate place.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo