The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

Well, I couldn't say that I didn't want to see a dead witch tonight, but I seriously doubted if that was the witch we were looking for. ‘Alpha Tyrion,’ Aziz's voice filled my head. ‘We found the corpse of a woman in her thirties. She had a magical amulet on her. I dare say she was a witch. And one more thing... We found a black tear mark burned on her neck.’

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

Author's POV. “My Mark” Her breath was shuddering and her body visibly shaking. Her senses stopped functioning, her ears had stopped working because she couldn't hear the waterfall anymore. Her full concentration on Mark. She had expected him to come back to life, but this was really shocking.She didn't trust the witch to bring back to life someone who had no flesh but only bones. Dead for months. She thought the witch was playing games with her, but she wanted to try her luck and she fully supported the plan since it could eliminate Phoebe.

"We will find out what it is." The witch came sooner than I had imagined. She was more mature, dressed in black robes, and her eyes were keen. As soon as she entered the room, she stared at me. "Ah," she said. "So it is you. The fated mate. Here at last.” That didn't help my nerves. Daniel gestured toward me. "Explain." The witch approached slowly. Once she came round me with narrowed eyes. "You were marked." "Yes," Marcus said. "Both of us."

“He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.” “That’s because he has a knack for calling out witches.” “It’s true!” Udora gasped. Giving me a wide-eyed look. Her brown hair tossing in her huff. “You think otherwise?” “I think its mighty convenient he always seems to find some trace of witchery on every woman he accuses.” “Devil marks or devil gifts.” She emphasized. “Proof.” “Is it really though?” I eyed her askance. She frowned. “Well, what else would it be?”

Mark pushed the gate in and walked inside. The dry leaves had fallen everywhere around the house. “Why did they not send others where to catch the soul of that witch?” Mark wondered. He stepped on the first stair and felt a strong wind hit against his body. He grinned and walked further. Reaching up, he went to the door and pushed it inside. The house was in a shabby state because it was not in use for many years. Mark looked around and closed the door. “Will you come out on your own or do you want me to” Mark had not completed his words when the witch appeared in front of him.

'Æß Ęÿœ Ùæę Óêæ Ÿœę' "The first mark, that is, the first alphabet is a witch alphabet, and every witch coven has it. The rest, I do not understand, nor do they look like ours. And also, the marks in the middle with the blood and everything else isn't something witches' insignia carry. I only identified it as a witch's mark because of the alphabet, which translates to 'Earth and nature.'" Tabitha explained. "Another dead end," Mrs. Niesha sighed.

By now, he has become so self absorbed he will not be able to stop if he goes crazy like that, and there is not a living soul to bring him back to his senses. We all know witches did nothing wrong in this town, we tried multiple times to tell him but he never saw it that way. He always blamed them for every wrong thing happening in the town, and, because we all know him by now, the witches fear him and comply. The ones that objected some years ago, were attacked and almost mauled to death, and eventually left town.

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

stairway. I froze at the sight of my skin glowing bright and silver like the full moon, “Nick what the fuck is that? Why is my skin doing that?” I was too busy rubbing at my arms for some dumb reason when I heard Nick gasp and I looked up and saw him staring at my back in shock, “What is it? It better not be a fucking spider bite!” I was freaking out when he pulled out his phone and took a picture of my back. He turned his phone over to the screen and showed it to me, “You have been marked. I don’t know much about witches but I know when the moon goddess marks them it means they are powerful.” I looked at the image of my back which now had a bright red tattoo of a circle with three lines ru