The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Cressida was sitting on the bed when I walked in and her dark hair was loose and her face was pale and her eyes were worried. "You're back," she said. "I'm back." "How was the patrol?" I sat on the edge of the bed and the mattress dipped under my weight. "We found the killer's camp." She went still. "Did you find her?" "No. But we found witch marks on the trees and her scent is the same as before." Cressida's face went paler. "Witch marks?" "Old symbols. The kind you showed me in the library." She was quiet for a moment and her hands were twisting in her lap. "Do you think the killer is a witch?"

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

When we didn't move, he started to frown. "Don't make me do this the hard way. I wouldn't mind getting rid of my useless daughter," Alpha Mark said, and Courtney and I walked into the cabin, knowing he would do something to her if he got mad enough. When we walked inside, there were two older ladies. One with red hair and the other with grey hair. They looked to be around sixty years old. I knew they were witches because their eyes were glowing red, and they were chanting in a language I didn't understand. "Did you take care of everything," Alpha Mark said to the women once they stopped chanting.

"They're under pack protection!" "The pack is weak," the first man said. "And these two... they're special, aren't they? We can smell it on them. Bloodline this pure, this strong—they'll fetch a high price. Or maybe we'll just kill them. Send a message." Everything happened so fast after that. Ava's mother shifted—there was no other word for it. One moment she was human, the next she was a massive wolf, silver-gray and snarling. She launched herself at the nearest attacker, and chaos erupted.

A woman advances towards Mark and two warriors advance, putting themselves between her and their Alpha. - Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. - Alpha, she's a witch – one of the warriors says. Mark backs off. - Yes, I'm a witch, but I'm a white witch. My name is Rosemary and I'm the High Priestess of the Southern Coven. I was a prisoner of a black witch for many years, and I have just been released after her death. - What happened here? Can you tell us? - Kevin asked, being alert. - I still didn't believe in you. I've always heard that witches lie.

I pinned my glare back at Mark, “What happened after that?” “As the night fell, someone came to meet him,” Mark confided to us. Every muscle in my body tightened, “Who?” “A witch,” his words followed by an utter silence. My mind immediately began racing. A witch means magic was involved. But of what kind? Eldric slid to the edge of his seat, “What did they do? What did they talk about?” Mark shook his head, “I have no idea about any of that.” Eldric bared his teeth before gritting out, “You’re lying.”

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.