The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

Igor: “ You really are a sorceress! Kataleya smiled and looked away. Igor with a smile: “ You look beautiful, when you're embarrassed... Kataleya: “ You, you could have died trying to protect me... Igor looked at her and took her hands: “ I know... Kataleya, emotional: “ No one has ever done this for me! When Igor took his hands, he saw the marks in the shape of eyes. Kataleya tried to let go but he grabbed her tightly and stared. She closed her hands and looked at him. Igor: “ What brands are these? Kataleya: “ It doesn't matter... Igor: “ For me it has… Kataleya: “ I have had it since I was born… Igor: “ They’re beautiful! Kataleya: “ Not everyone thinks the same way! I still remember that

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“Ragnar Griffith, accused of negligence, of breaking the sacred pact, and of harboring disloyalty to the coven. Today, we will cast our votes.” I stood silent. I would not plead. I had made mistakes, yes, but Aurora, no matter how they made it seem, I would never see her as a mistake. She was my daughter, a blessing from above. But the elders didn't seem to see it that way “Each witch shall walk to the center and cast their mark,” the elders declared. “A black mark for dismissal, a white mark for loyalty.” “Let us begin.” The crowd murmured as the first witch stepped forward, a young man, his eyes darting nervously. He placed a black mark

But as I look at him harder, squinting my eyes while inching toward the mirror just a tad, I see that my claiming mark is gone. How the FUCK did that happen? DAMMIT!! Very, very few things, whether it be creatures or circumstances, can remove a witch’s mark from the skin of her claimed. Not much except… oh shit… wait… Who is this woman? I direct my focus on her as she begins to ride my man. I try not to focus on his betrayal, but instead on this female stranger I’ve never seen before. But she does look vaguely familiar. Is she the reason I haven’t been able to find Josh in the last few weeks? Is she a witch?

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

"Even me. I didn't listen to my gut feeling. Salem had been trying to get closer to me for a long time and I didn't think much of it. " She nodded and we talked a lot about the days which happened in my absence. She described how the witch had scared her when she appeared out of nowhere on the camera. "She wanted to kill all werewolves. " I said. "And in the end, got all the witches killed because of her stupidity. " Someone knocked on the door and I asked them to come in. The two maids bowed their heads.. "Alpha Dominic has announced a marking ceremony tomorrow. " I touched my Mark and smiled at them.

Devin says. Marcus lets out a strangled laugh. “No. Marking for a witch is very different from marking for a wolf. When a witch marks someone, they are using their life force to protect them. A mark appears on the protected witch’s forearm and will remain there for the rest of their lives, as will the protection. It’s one of the few things that the Harry Potter series got right about witches, when Harry got his lightning bolt scar from his mom sacrificing herself to save him. It can only be done when the marker loves the one they are protecting dearly and is typically only used in life and death situations because it will kill the marker the first time the protection is used.”

My uncle went backwards a little and stared at me. "That marks mean. You are not one of the blue pack. You have been cursed and will forever murder your family until the end of your life. You have been marked, by a demon wolf, our sworn enemy. We are no longer safe. And its because of you witch. We will never make peace with those butchers." My uncle said as he drew more closer too me.

The witches, with their ancient knowledge and mystical powers, prepared to perform the rites that would free me from the bonds that tethered me to Lucius. The lead witch, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light, approached me with purpose. Her hands moved deftly, tracing intricate patterns in the air as she began the ritual to remove the mark that Lucius had branded upon my skin. I gritted my teeth against the pain, feeling the searing heat of the magic as it worked its way through my body.