The Last Witch Hunter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

Alex asks “Sorry but whatever aura you were trying to push my way ain’t gunna work on me us witches are immune to those kinds of things” I say shrugging my shoulders “Well I guess I’ll just have to find another way to make you do what I say” he whispers. I rolled my eyes at him. “Ok let’s get you to the town hospital.” “You good bro”, one of them say as they walk their way over to Alex and I. “Yea thanks to her” he smiled down at me. “Josh this is Sierra, Sierra meet Josh. He’s my best friend and future Beta of the pack.”

I want to taste her so badly. "I… uh… Aldrich…" "We won't be breaking any of your rules," I sink my teeth into the lobe of her ear. Her moan of pleasure goes straight to my already hard cock. My wolf is egging me on to claim her. She's our mate, he says. For a moment, I’m worried for my wolf. A Venusian Witch–our mate? It can never be. Claim her, he urges. Desire has addled my brain and I'm not able to shut his voice down.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

Saying it feels like I''m admitting it to myself and the world, but the coincidences are too much to ignore. "I would have revealed I was a witch yesterday, but when you told me about the witch hunter from six years ago," I inhale, letting the pause help me gather bravery to say what comes next, "I believe the witch hunter who passed through your lands six years ago was hunting me." The small basket of herbs in Alpha Kieran's hand drops. Seren stiffens beside me, every limb of her body going still. "And you're only mentioning this now?" Alpha Kieran's voice vibrates with a audible kind of annoyance now.

The man's description of what he had experienced made Samuel think that was the witch he was looking for, the prophecy witch. "You're interrupting my movie," Fiona winced, rolled her eyes and she curled her lips into a sneer. "You know I wouldn't be here if it's not serious, right? I think we have found our witch, the one you were talking about," his voice dripped with a new seriousness. For the first time, Fiona turned her face away from the projector and looked at him. "How was she? Young or old?" She asked. Samuel didn't know how old the witch was and what she looked like because he hadn't seen her yet. But he was sure it was her the man he sent to kill that hunter saw.

I shake my head. Hunter takes a seat next to me, “She is a strong person, she will come back to us. Why don't you go take a shower and freshen up, I'll stay here, if anything changes I'll let you know.” Hunter says as he gestures for me to go home. I nod before I exit the room and walk towards the packhouse. Chase had taken over duties, The Laican had died the instant the witch had slit his throat, without her finishing the ritual there was no way for his soul to return to his body.

I indicated the chair on the opposite side of my desk. “My king, thank you for seeing me,” he said. “Drop the formalities please, Earl,” I said. “It’s just you and me in here.” He nodded. “Thanks, Wyatt. I see you saw the file on the girl.” “Yeah, who is she?” I asked, putting the picture down. I opened the file looking for another photo of her. “She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.”

she finally said, her voice light, "did you give the headmistress a piece of your mind?" I groaned lowly, letting my head fall back. Then I told her everything. The flame, the headmistress's confession to being not only a witch, but a witch hunter, the covens, the visions, prophesies, even my final threat. I told her everything. Maya gave dramatic reactions through it all. "Oh my–" "She said what?" "Witch hunter No way–" "The covens are all desperate for power," she finally muttered, shaking her head.

Damon now asks Willow, and she began to shake her head no. “This is all so fucked up.” I said out loud and everyone turned to look at me. “So, Jess is dead and this whole time I had the Moon Witch living under my roof trying to mate with my Beta? What the hell is going on?” Alpha Hunter moved in front of me and said, “I know this is a lot to wrap your mind around, but I will tell you I have fallen for her same antics so please don’t think less of yourself.” He then turned back to Damon and said, “I can have you healed as long as you help us find her and take her down once and for all.”