The Jealous Witch Novels & Stories

Witch Jezebel said. "How comes?" Ava continued popping her eyes out in surprise. "I am a witch, I can be anything I want," Witch Jezebel bragged before chanting some weird words to her wand. Immediately, she turned into an old granny with wrinkles all over her face and white hair. She also had a walking stick. "No, that is creepy, can you please be a young witch Jezebel?" Ava asked as she closed her eyes. She did not want nightmares which would happen when she allowed the image of the old witch Jezebel to get to her mind.

Behind her, an older witch with long, silver-streaked braids traced symbols into the floor with chalk. “You’ve done well,” the witch rasped, her voice like sand over stone. “He fights you, but the tether holds.” Chelsea smiled, satisfied, as her fingers tightened around the polished obsidian stone she wore on a chain. “Jalen doesn’t even realize he’s mine already. With a whisper, I can make him move, make him speak. He thinks his thoughts are his own—but I’m in there. Twisting.” She moved to the tall mirror propped against the wall. Its glass shimmered unnaturally, as if rippling with liquid silver.

So why was Jeile acting like she couldn’t stand to be in the same room with me? The more I thought about it, the colder the air felt around me. Joan’s words replayed in my head—about witches hiding their scents, about the dangerous ones who hated wolves. About how one witch who was closer to me than I could ever imagine. And now, after last night and tonight… Jeile’s reaction didn’t feel like a coincidence anymore. My chest tightened painfully, confusion twisting like a knife. Something wasn’t right. Something was very, very wrong.

she muttered. “Then perhaps you should learn to shut that insolent mouth of yours!” I roared. “Sisters, remove Jezebel from this gathering until she can regain her senses and show the proper respect.” Two of my elder witches seized Jezebel by the arms and dragged her squirming form from the chamber despite her protests. I watched with satisfaction until the heavy doors sealed us from her idiocy.

The witch finds her voice after losing it for half an hour. “I do not care for the names of my prey.” “I am a witch, not prey.” “And yet, you are in my territory.” I lean back into the hard iron of the chair. “You are in no position to tell me what you are. If I decide you are a dog, then you are a dog. If I decide you are dead, then that is what you will be.” Jareth returns to the block after handling matters at the palace on my behalf. He stops beside me, with arms folded.

“Holding the color and perfection of the purest of the pure white silk, she loves to dance and sways the raffles and intricate design of her ball gown. In the palace where she is kept and well protected, one jealous eye change everything.” Within the tale that now comes knocking with its problem, and the rising action that will turn everything around like a curse that is about to be introduced and nothing by means no one could ever stop it from happening. The tale introduces the witch of the story. “A queen disguised as a saint, jealous of the little girl’s beauty and fame. With her wants and greedy heart as all foretold, one blood moon tainted the halls with blood and screams.”

“She’s a witch. A curse. The whole pack knows it. And the King is too bewitched to see it. He hides in the shadows and lets this filth walk our halls, polluting this sacred place with her very presence!” He took another step, his drunken eyes, filled with a mixture of malice and bravado, fixed on Winter. “Does she whisper witch spells in his ear at night? Is that how she trapped him?” He reached out, his hand grasping for her arm. “Let’s get a closer look at the witch mate” “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!!” Jax roared, moving to intercept him. But before Kaelen’s fingers could even brush the fabric of her sleeve, it happened.

The mate bond pulling on us the entire way. Two days later Cole I question the witch. She looks at me with distain. “You defy your own kind,” she spits. “Evil magic bitches like you aren’t my kind,” I spit back. “You are her, aren’t you? The legends are true,” she says. I look at her “Yes I am.” Her eyes go from angry to terrified. “Hester what I am about to do to you will hurt,” I tell her. “How did you know my name?” she asks her eyes widening in fear. The screaming starts.

Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room. The crowd gasps and applaud, their eyes fixed on the mesmerizing spectacle. Katrina and Samantha come to stand beside Sarah to watch the display. Jason seems to be enjoying the display with her but Sarah knows it's just a ruse. She can see Lukas lurking around and scanning the audience intently. At the climax of the performance, a witch steps forward with a globe in her hands. Katrina nudges Sarah and when she looks at her, she nods towards the lady bringing the globe.

"It seems my Luna is still unclear about my feelings for her. Well, then let's go to the Moon Goddess' altar and carry out the bonding ceremony again. This time, I want the entire Werewolf Union to know you're my Luna." In a panic, I struggled to break free. "Wait! I was just joking!" "It's too late." He snickered as he walked out. "I've already had Frank prepare everything needed for the ceremony." "Ethan! Put me down!" "No, not now, not forever."