The Last Wish Witcher Book Novels & Stories

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”

A lot of pages with different magic cercles with weird comments like : Fail Something needed Blood sacrifice Dragon skull Émotions Sadness Suffering The last page chocked AHMET it was a drawing of a crown 👑 it's exactly the same crown on his hand. And the last sentence written is : If you find my book please search for the truth. What happen to us what changed us and why. AHMET thought 💭 {this book is more detailed maybe because this hero have animal instinct as he said and maybe he is the only one who resisted such a powerful control technique like that but in the end he didn't manage to resist 100%, maybe the last book will give us more details}. AHMET decided to move with his army towar

All of them were staring at me. “I ask you again brother, can we trust this Witch? Is she capable of breaking your curse?” Asked Derek. “Derek, can we maintain some moments of silence. I can't argue with you again on this matter,” the alpha replied. Erica began walking in my direction, “Tell me, Witch, what makes this book you talked about so unique, and are you sure that's the only way to end this?” “I believe the books hold the answer to what you seek,” I answered.

"The Witch named Olga is the cursed witch. She lives in the castle and has been since the past 200 years of her exile. Things suggest that she grants wishes if you live against her realm of death. And that is only possible by only one species of existence." A Phoenix. He smiles when I guess the answer inside my head. "That's right. A Phoenix. I won't let you know what wish your mother had asked to the witch, but it was kind of related to you." "To me?" He nods. I fall into a brainstorming session with myself and wait patiently until we reach the cliff again. Meanwhile, they were teaching me the tips of trade as I keep listening intently. As we reach the spot, I see a winged, tall figure agai

I smeared it across the page before it could close. The book shuddered in my hands. A faint light crawled across the words, swallowing them until a name burned bright in the center. My name. Laila in red then it faded. For some reason I was unfazed even when the book flipped its own page and stopped at a guide. This book belongs to the Scarlet witch A false host, you are a thief Return to the temple Or the curse you shall receive. "I need a spell on how to return to the village. Not a pointless lecture.”

I headed to the door. "I need to go Wenziel." he looked at me like… as if I was in sudden sadness. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

I whisper, unsure if she can hear me in her unconscious state. I take the book from her arms and open it. I skim through it, anger boiling in me as I read it’s entries. This is why Alpha Jake wanted the book. He wants that potion, meaning he is working with dark witches. I turn to the back of the book and find there are some pages stuck together. I carefully pull them apart and my eyes widen with surprise.

I carried it back to the table and placed it beside the listening device. Another cry came through the speaker. I looked toward it. Then back at the journal. I opened it. I had read these pages so many times that I knew some of the entries by memory. But tonight I wasn’t looking for the White Wolf. I was looking for the curse. I turned several pages, scanning my grandmother’s handwriting until I found the section I remembered. My finger traced the first line. ‘When the White Wolf carries the children of the cursed bloodline, the unborn may draw the curse from the affected before their birth.’

It was the last piece of Grandmama we still had. His fingers stopped. “I found it.” He looked down at the page for several seconds before quietly reading aloud. “When the Last White Wolf carries twins, the balance that has stood for generations will break. Those who have slept will awaken. To protect what is coming, a sacrifice will be demanded. And one shall never stand without the other.” The breeze seemed to disappear. The words settled over us with a weight I couldn’t explain. Finally, I looked away from the journal and back toward the lake. “What do you think it means?”

My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct. "What are you doing?" Draeven roared, shoving me off. "She has power, knowledge we can use." The witch, Lyseth, I realized I didn't even know her name until that moment, collapsed against one of the stones. Blood poured from the wound in her side, too much blood. Her face had gone white. "You've killed us both," she whispered, looking at Draeven with something like pity. Then she looked at me. "I'm sorry," she said. "This wasn't how it was supposed to happen."