The Unmarked Witch Novels & Stories

“You feel it too.” “Yeah.” Zero crouched near the wall suddenly, dragging his fingers across faded carvings buried beneath centuries of mold. “These markings aren’t wolf language.” I stepped closer. The symbols looked strange. Circular. Sharp. Almost moving beneath the torchlight if I stared too long. Witch markings. A pulse of irritation moved through me instantly. “Why would witches be here?” Karin muttered. “That’s not the question,” I said quietly. Both of them looked toward me. “The question is why Macha wanted us here.”

the witch in the middle said. Speechless at what they said, I reflect. They were right; I haven’t thought about all that. “I see,” I mumbled, “You may leave.” Waving my hand, I tell them to leave. But, before the door closed, the witch that was the leader stopped and said. “Rose, have you thought about how you got marked?” the witch asked. “What did you say?” I asked, looking up. “I said, have you thought on how you got marked? Was it you who did it? Or was your monster who took control and order for it to be marked?” the witch said.

She says, pointing at me. “If you’re a witch, why do you hate us? Aren’t we the same?” I ask, confused. “I’m nothing like you.” She pushes past us out of the room. A witch. I can’t believe it. The way she treats us like we’re the scum of the earth. A witch? She’s a witch who would have thought the way she hates us. “Did you know Xavier who is busy nipping at my neck?” How is he still in the mood to make out?

This made him feel confused because he thought that witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire were very rarely willing to meet or even have contact with the old witch woman because Witch Una seemed too eccentric to them. The Witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire, don't really like the inhabitants of the Beast Empire. Witch Una who could be close friends with the residents and even the werebeast elders of the Beast Empire was too different for them. Witch Una only recognizes the good qualities of everyone she meets or becomes her friend regardless of their race. This made her disliked by the witches of the Namian Empire. Hilena's desire to be able to meet Witch Una

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

I didn't even recognize who I was anymore. We were at different houses now, somewhere in the woods. Dark witches and vampires were running around everywhere and I just had this feeling that if those queens find out their own people turned against them it was going to be a bloodbath and unfortunately I was going to get caught in the middle of it. It would end our suffering though. "Leia be a good girl and go fetch me a dark witch." Bosch said. As soon as the words left his mouth my body was in motion and I coward by Una. We were going to do something bad, I just knew we were. The first dark witch we came across is the one we grabbed first. She was sickly looking and struggled against us. "How

HECTOR BAYES You could have heard a werewolf fart in the silence that followed after I had confronted the witch, starting her down until she released the maiden in her iron claws with a sullen demeanor. “This does not concern you, your highness,” The Witch announced, and a gasp floated through the crowd before the woman added, almost as an afterthought,

“It should weaken the mark, potentially enough for your old one to return.” I don’t waste any time. I swallow it down, heart hammering, hope and fear tangled in every beat. But nothing changes. I pull the collar of my shirt down to see if it works. It doesn’t. The mark thrums beneath my skin, glowing faintly as if it’s mocking me. The witch hisses and puts the last stool on the bar. “Follow me around back. I have a few other ideas.” More attempts follow—chants, powders, another potion that tastes like iron and ash. Each failure drives the truth deeper: this mark is unshakable. Finally, the witch shakes her head.

“She’s more than wolf enough…” Holding my breath I listen in fear to the murmurs of the group. What will they do when they find out about this deception, that the only reason I was able to mark him was some fluke accident that we still don’t understand. I’m not a wolf AT ALL, I’m barely even supernatural. I am a witch raised by humans. It's a fluke that I was able to mark him, and almost a deadly accident that I did, but Sly in his usual form is using a mistake and turning it into a benefit.

said Mark. Mark was about to bring his beer to his lips, but stopped his movement and stared at his friend. Frank looked down for a moment and finished his beer. “Yup,” said Frank, grabbing another bottle. “Is she one of the so-called witches who’ve been imprisoned in there or is she connected to it?” Frank stared at his friend while taking a long sip.