The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

he said in their bond, his voice tight with something new. Fear. “They are not attacking to kill,” he said. She understood before he finished. “They are attacking to take the throne,” she breathed. Another horn blasted, closer now. And from the smoke rising beyond the northern ridge... A new banner lifted into the night sky. Black. Marked with a silver crescent split clean down the center. Elara’s heart stopped. That was her pack’s war mark. But her pack had been destroyed. Silas tightened his grip on her brother as the banner caught the firelight and snapped in the wind.

“Could this be what the killer used to cover up his scent?” “I suspect so. We’re still trying to recover CCTV footage from the area.” “Still not able to get it, I guess.” Luke said, “Well, keep this hidden. I’ll relay this finding to the master.” “Noted!” The strange man answered. Luke clenched his teeth. Whoever owns this necklace had access to an age-long witchcraft, and they were a threat to every living werewolf.

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

Women were prohibited in Sehran at this hour but as the lady in his carriage demanded to meet master Xavier at any cost, the carriage man could not let her down at that. He was blinded by his greed too. "That's an early statement but I can still ensure your well-being!" Princess Rosemary who had her one leg upon the another while sitting charming inside the carriage spoke, she looked at the scenery of the church sliding the curtains a little as the man tensed up after hearing her voice again. The fact that every time she spoke, the carriage man always got weird chills down his spine... she always sounded so mysterious and rare. Maybe the carriage man was just too scared because she introduce

Caleb said, looking between Aiden and Ally who looked at each other, speaking with their eyes. It was Aiden that replied "The wolves were able to win the war that they called the great purge so many years ago because some witches helped them. Led by a sect of witches, called the Marin witches. Doro–" He winced, as if the name burned him "Dorothea was one of those witches. She captured me for a time and when I escaped, I killed all of them that I could find, saving her for last. I killed her. She has to be dead and someone is trying to use her name–"

The header read: “From the desk of Alpha Clark.” I started reading, nervous. It was a detailed breakdown of everything I’d done since day one. It recorded my leadership in the support team, the estimated number of monsters I’d helped take down, and a highlighted section about the four witches I’d faced on the first day. Even though William doubted me, the report clearly stated one of the witches was a confirmed psychic. “Confirmed by body mark” was in bold. Witches usually had a unique mark that identified their magical nature and the element they wielded, but these weren’t always visible—especially since shadow monsters often distorted appearances.

"That mark. I've seen it before." "Where?" Silence stretched between us. I watched my aunt struggle with something—a truth she didn't want to speak, a secret she had kept for longer than I'd been alive. "The mark is a brand," she finally said. "Given to Bell witches who violate the covenant. Who use their power for harm, for slavery, for—" She swallowed. "For betraying their own blood." "So this witch is a criminal." "This witch is supposed to be dead." Morgana's voice cracked.

“Such balls. I hi-tailed it behind the nearest tree as soon as Agatha said to hide, but Edwin just stood there. The witch reprimanded him and told him to hide several times, but he stayed put.” “So, you’re calling her a witch now?” Mark said with the shake of his head. “What would you call her?” Tim asked impatiently. He was beginning to grow tired of Mark’s resistance to what was plainly in front of him. “Crazy,” Mark replied. “The only crazy one here is you, buddy,” Tim said. “Being frozen in place and teleported here should have been enough to convince you. It’s like you have a mental block or something.” “Okay, so she’s a witch. I’ll go with that if I need to,” Mark murmured. “What a