The Last Hunter Witch Novels & Stories

“He’s bruised and bloody, but it’s all superficial wounds now. Nothing major.” That’s incredibly fucking disturbing. Humans don’t heal like us. They don’t fucking magically get better so quickly. Magically… Fuck. “When was the last time we knew of a witch in hiding?” I ask out loud. The deafening silence around me is all the answer I need. Grabbing the hood off the floor, I yank it over the hunter’s face. Staring down at the bound, gagged, and now hooded figure, I get a creepy-crawly feeling all over my body.

For a few moments, I thought she would run away from me. Although she is a powerful witch, even an ordinary wolf can snatch her life away when caught by surprise, let alone an alpha wolf. The witches’ bodies are not so different from humans; their physical abilities are the same; they can get hurt and die at the same rate if not for a healing spell of witches, but Agatha cannot heal herself; it is one of the curses of a white witch.

The door flew open, and Hunter was there suspended off the ground by some sort of magic. My attention turned to a woman all in black as she held her hand up in the air like she was the one doing this and then it registered, “Moon Witch.” I roared as I charged for her but before I slammed into her, she disappeared into thin air as her laughter filled the room. Hunter dropped to the floor with a thud, and I turned to look at him my wolf baring her teeth in disapproval because he came without her. He held his hands in front of him, “Love calm down.”

*KINCAID'S P.O.V* THE COLLAR Of his shirt suddenly felt tight and chuffed against his skin as his gaze was locked with the witch's. Then she looked away and stood in front of the podium. She cleared her throat once and said, "My name is Arlana," She said in a husky voice. "I am the Luna of A****n River Wolves, Brazil. And I am the last descendant of the great Coven." Her gaze washed over the room. It was deathly quiet as the man waited to hear what she wanted to say.

You have a family waiting for you. “I have learned alot about myself.” I remind Xavi. He had been with me every step of the way as I sought information. I had also learned a lot about Witches. Some from him, some from the hidden secrets of my past. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.” ‘I’m not exactly a good Witch Hunter am I?’ He mutters, closing his eyes “I think we are stronger together.” He falls asleep as I listen to the rain bouncing off my van. What exactly made a good Witch Hunter? The last one I killed came back to life. But this one wouldn’t. I’m not suffering because she decided to curse my mate.

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

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.

"You do not get to kill anyone in my sanctuary. Not him. Not anyone. This is my home and you just violated every law I hold sacred." "Move witch," the hunter snarled. "This does not concern you. This is pack business. Werewolf justice. Step aside or die with him." "Everything in this building concerns me. And you just declared war on the Crib. On me. On everyone I protect." Her hands started to glow. Not green. Not witch magic. Something else. Something brighter. "That was a mistake." The hunter laughed. It was an ugly sound full of contempt. "You think you can stop all of us? You and what army? We are trained killers. We have silver. We have spells. We have everything we need to end you."

" Alpha Kieran says every word with a deep-seated tone of seriousness. He's just told me I can go, but relief doesn't come. Everything he's said rolls around in my head, and there's one link I'm trying to draw. One thing I have to confirm just so I know what to make of all this. "Can I know when the witch hunter passed by these parts? The one who said he was on his way to the Silvercrest pack." Seren and the twin warriors tense on their feet but I ignore them. Alpha Kieran watches me, his older weathered gaze all at once inspecting and analyzing, like he can see through all I'm trying to hide. His tone is dark and serious as he responds, "It happened six years ago. The last day of the fifth

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"