The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

"Though why a simple wolfless woman who people say could not care less about the world around her is so informed in politics is something I can't wrap my head around." "Careful, Allistor," Orion growled in warning but there was little heat in his tone. "It's alright," the brunette assured her mate with a placating hand placed on his forearm and leveled the grey-eyed man with a cool stare. "You seem like a wise man so you should know how rarely true rumours are, Allistain." He froze, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion and alarm at the mention of a nickname he had used on a highly secretive mission that no-one but himself and the late Alpha Rubeus had known about.

Nathan broke the uncomfortable silence as he continued scanning some files. “What the hell? Are you fucking kidding me? How?” he pushed himself on the edge of the chair with one elbow on the table, impatiently waiting for answers. It was a shocker for him. He had taken care of Laura her whole life but hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Was Nathan making fun of him? “I am not kidding, Nick. Laura and Elaine are both witches. They have been working with those cloaked men in the U9,” Nathan said lightly. Nick pressed his head between his palms in disbelief, eyes bulging and face reddening. “Oh, shoot. The hell?”

"Agatha, what are you doing here?" He repeated the question of the girl. " Nothing, I got lost". I said the first thing that came to my head. "Really? What did you see?". Before Jackson questioned me, Melvin stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and at that moment, I felt a trigger in my other hand. I may not know anything about Witches, but my dad always tells me that to identify a witch, one of the ways happens to be the spark. "Hey ! You're a wizard, aren't you?".

“If it was me, I would place the wolves that are under her control near the markers. She knows it affects some but not all of your warriors. If you have warriors down, and witches distracted with dismantling these markers to get through, she will have a better chance of picking us off before we even reach her.” “What’s your name?” Ben asks. “Felix, Sir.” “We need to pair a witch who can track and dismantle these markers with wolves who are immune and wolves who are not. I’m not leaving Elara’s side, but I am a liability. The faster we can destroy them, the better. Can you help us with that?” “Yes, sir.” Everyone in our vicinity heard the command and gets to work. We have a witch to kill.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Twenty minutes after tossing us down here they threw down Ross as well bleeding badly from a gash on his side - out cold. The person responsible for it was standing at the top of the stairs looking so proud of herself. Aldric had apparently found a dark witch to work with. She'd put us under some sort of paralyzing spell. I had been working for nearly an hour now mentally of how we could get out of this. The only thing I could think of was that somebody or something needed to take down the witch holding us all down here. If they hadn't disturbed any of the other pack members then it could very well be hours before people would be buzzing around the small town. My eyes were fixated on the wit

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

This scent was not good. My violet eyes snap to the side only to see a figure appearing. A woman, a witch, a dark witch. "Who are you?" I tilt my head to the side to study her. Dark lacy clothes, covering nothing showing her private parts. Brown dark curls falling around her shoulders, red lips tinted her smirking mouth. Nasty. She elegantly walks over to me, Cylester stiffens on my shoulders, his nails sharp and jutted out ready to attack anyone who wishes me harm. "I am Wuna, a witch from Mericel coven." She says.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.