The Jealous Witch Novels & Stories

Candice said. A jealous witch who wants my man.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”

Mohit's POV I reached home and was welcomed by a dark and damp home. It made my mood even darker. I threw my things on the couch and went to my room. I was irritated as hell and wanted her here with me in my house, my life and my arms. I had never felt possessive or jealous over anything. I thought that I was not capable of feeling that emotion. But today I had gone mad with jealousy. I wanted to fire every man in my office. I threw Kabir and Wasim out of the office literally and wanted to punch Harry for being so friendly with her.

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

It doesn’t take a genius to guess that she’s lived through an ordeal. “Fine. Leave as soon as you can. We all know what happened the last time they found a Venusian Witch in the company of a Werewolf.” Bile rises up my throat at the memory, and bitterness has crept into my voice. Her eyes widen in fear again. I sigh, forcing myself to assume an impassive expression. I’m sick of the other beings looking at me, at my kind, with fear and mistrust.

He rubbed his knee and picked up a book. Dusting it off, he read the bold title: The Old War. Curiously, Alexander opened the book and saw an old picture of a woman being cast out by the people. She had rough ears and held a stick in her hand. He looked below the image and read: And thus, the witch was cast out of society into the woods. They feared what she could do and envied the power she was blessed with. She could heal the injured with a wave of her hand and perform extraordinary feats, but instead of daring to be thankful, they chose to let envy and jealousy get the best of her.

a takeover could be in this pack's future as well. We can make out bits and pieces of what is being said. I hear the name Jezebel, but the name isn't familiar. I also hear the word witch. Is the woman that arrived Jezebel? Is she a witch? Is a witch the reason that the Wolvesbane pack is immune to wolvesbane? Was some kind of spell cast?