The Last Hunter Witch Novels & Stories

I know it had something to do with Cole. “That’s it,” I say. Jane and Austin stop and look at me. “I need you two to back off for a second I am going to try something.” I tell them. They continue walking after exchanging glances. I sit on the floor of the woods. I try to concentrate and clear my mind. I think of a light. Suddenly I feel a presence. I stand up to see a woman. “Witch working with wolves huh?” she asks. She tries to start her spell, but I am too fast. I look at her fire, I think. She starts to scream and hold her head. Austin and Jane run over. “Alpha is on his way,” Austin says.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

Tanner argued, his voice slightly protesting. "Y-yes, but you heard? I hope it's another hunter," said Eruza while leading the way. They had met several times with the hunters, so they thought it was not one of them. Because as the chairman, he was obliged to know the abilities of his comrades and Eruza felt that their abilities might not take the game. On the riverbank, a hundred meters from the tree house, there was a rancid smell of blood that filled the area around the place. The two handsome young men were carefully skinning the White Tiger.

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

He bowed, then be turned to leave. "One more thing," I stopped him. "Find out who that witch was and how she got into the building. She is no hunter because I handpicked each one of the recruits from the university's database, I would have remembered her face." "Yes, sir. She must be powerful to use portals, I thought only pure-blooded white witches could do that. Isn't Isis supposed to be the last pure-blooded white-witch?" His question piqued my interest. "Yes, she is," I replied. A fight between two guards caught my eyes as I watched the monitor. "Please go and see to those imbeciles and use what little blood you've collected from the rogue on my subjects."

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

Chad asked. “About him not waking up, so you are a witch too aside from being a hunter?” “Yeah, my mother is a witch and I happened to learn the basic about it. I am not fully a witch, so the only thing I can do to my enemy is putting him into a slumber,” Chad explained. Beta Jack swallowed hard, as he fidgeted, “Let me ask you these, if you are a witch and hunter, your daughter is a witch, a hunter, and wolf, so it's automatic that Alpha Zavier is a witch and a wolf too?”

I huffed and looked away. “We all know when a witch dies, all the magic she had done; good or bad will neutralize. Well, Aurora was part of the witches who turned hunters to stone and the hunter she turned into a stone was one of the most powerful ones. Drax Amacon!” Immediately the words came out of his mouth, I felt the tension in the air.

Was she running late? “Something happens?” Hunter got out of the car and came to my door. I wouldn’t move until I saw Primrose. My friend was always a prop, too. To the point that it became a joke. Has she gotten sick? Yes, maybe that was it. “Primrose?” I asked for it. Hunter began to sniff the air surreptitiously. “No, she’s not here,” he replied, frowning. Sienna… What? “There he is.” I followed the direction my wolf pointed to me. And yes, there was the witcher. Yule Cairo Ruiz, the sorcerer who made human sacrifices.

Elgar and Kathleen seemed to be aiming for Millorick who was trying to drag a child to a stone pillar, but their shots always missed. The few hunters I managed to free were trying to bring out all the captives while the witches were busy facing us. I looked around for Millorick. She was the strongest and needed to be watched out for. I saw her tie a child to a stone pillar and pull out her dagger. I chased after him and fired my rifle right into her back, knocking off her feet. I untied her and Millorick was unharmed, then got up and her face turned sinister with two long fangs. "You think that gun of yours can kill me witch hunter? You're too stupid to realize that I can't die with all your