The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

Days, maybe, the same age as the phone full of gold stars, which means whoever scratched it stood right here and did it slow, unbothered, with a person screaming somewhere nearby, and took their time getting it right. Wolves don't carve. And wolves don't flank. And they don't take a person alive and walk them into the trees in formation and lay them at the foot of a marked tree. The four-legged kind kills you where you drop and eats what it can carry. This was patient. This was a plan. This had a person's head behind the teeth. The mark means a witch. And wolves and witches don't run together; they like each other about as much as cats like baths.

"They're going to sacrifice themselves." "Why? How do you know that?" He spoke as if he was stating the obvious. "This is what they are saying! They're going to sacrifice themselves, I'm not really as good with witchcraft. The thing is, when something like this happens, it is usual to mark someone." "Marking her for what?" "I have no idea why. The thing is, this can't be something good. If ten witches are willing to finish their lives that way, it is indeed something serious!"

Her whole body was stiffened as she sobbed, she wasn't able to scream so she let the tears of her endless pain flow down her face —she was fooled! At that moment, the black witch appears in the throne hall. Her lengthy dark silk hair glided in the air, her eyes were purely raven and she was putting on a black gown. "You summoned me through the pack link, alpha!" She laughs dramatically and bows to the young man in front of her. "I need you to carve an unchaste mark on her face, and kill her wolf!" Lucien decreed, and the wicked witch did as she was instructed. "No...no..." Katrina whimpers weakly, struggling with the last of her strength as she tries to pull away from the witch.

she started, her voice low, "it was nearly impossible for a witch to survive. What they did to witches was worse than death. Imagine being dragged to the town square, knowing that you'll be torn apart piece by piece, and the worst part? It happens while you're still alive. They made a spectacle of it, using torturous tools in front of crowds—men, women, even children, forced to watch the horror unfold." Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the past. The room seemed to close in as she continued, the firelight reflecting off her tear-filled eyes. "I tried to stay hidden," she said, her voice still crunchy. "But one night, I heard strange noises outside my window. I peeked out an

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

Marcus nodded, already standing to relay the orders, but paused at the door. "There's one more thing, Alpha. Something the scouts mentioned almost as an afterthought." He hesitated. "There's a witch operating somewhere between our territories. Unaffiliated. Powerful, from what little we could gather. The locals near the border have started avoiding a stretch of forest because of strange lights at night." That caught my attention sharper than anything else he'd said. "A witch with no pack allegiance, operating near a freshly destabilized Royal bloodline," I said slowly. "That's not a coincidence I'm comfortable ignoring."

“You didn’t think I was just having a nice game of tag, did you?” Taking a second look around him, Allen could made out the faint markings surrounding the square. His stomach turning once he realized that, as the name implied, they had been drawn in blood. Plopping onto the ground in front of him, the Witch sat with her legs crossed. Unclipping her cloak, it fell away to reveal her pale thin arms. One covered in blood from the open gash it bore. It soaked into the black fabric of her shirt. Its long sleeves crisscrossing around her long arms and neck in such a way that it left her shoulders and the tops pf her hips exposed. Disappearing as it plunged into a pair of leather shorts that latche

There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers. The Cottard witches were hunted to near extinction as each supernatural race sought to acquire the fated witch for their own gain. The women of the Cottard family were kidnapped, raped and imprisoned, and if they were not the witch of legend, they were impregnated in the hope that they would bear the sought-after witch. Seeking refuge and escape, most fled the country while the rest went into hiding deep in the bayou, refusing to use their powers in order to live free and normal lives.

She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever! Mark, the guard, and the bruised servant had the same aghast face. Mark and the guard had a grimmer face as they couldn't believe the collar made by the sorcerer of the tower for a very expensive price could come undone in a few seconds. Not only that he was able to enter the protection magic circle that was placed on the stage, but he could also turn the magical device into ashes! "Should we go now, my puppy?" Mike said as he spread his palm for the girl to take in.