The Witch 2 The Other One Novels & Stories

Xavier We race through the woods with Zeus behind us. We’re ten minutes away from Rivk territory. We need to get there. I know her mother released that witch, but now that means that even if she deals with them, we will have an angry two-hundred-plus-year-old witch to suppress. “Run faster!” I shout. “I’m moving as fast as I can.” She says. We growl as we continue our sprint. I sniff the air, suddenly picking up the scent of another wolf.

One of the witches looked nothing older than nineteen or twenty, while the other was older, looking like she was in her forties. "Maiden, mother, and crone," River whispered to herself as she remembered an old story she'd read as a child. This trio's arrangement wasn't ordinary. It had a symbolic meaning. After they paused in front of the intimidating rogue wolves and the three witches, the older one spoke with a snarl. "Alpha River. So, the rumors are true? You're a part witch part werewolf hybrid." Her pointed nose scrunched up as a scowl appeared on her face.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

His mother's final words echoed relentlessly in his mind. Witch. End this marriage. Save yourself from her. He always knew Athena Brown was a werewolf. If she's a witch then it means she's a hybrid.

But here, the wolves already guessed the witches might attack. "Lord Alcazar, what are they burying?" Enzo inquired. Enzo, Alcazar, and Adolf are sitting on a tree branch while spying on the witches. They couldn't directly interfere because only Sylvia, Steve, and Creed are strong enough to fight the Witches. The others can only use mushroom bombs, which can only stall the witches, but for a while. Mushroom bombs cannot completely stop the witches. The half-breeds are outnumbered, so a direct attack is more dangerous to the Wolves than the witches.

It doesn’t take a genius to guess that she’s lived through an ordeal. “Fine. Leave as soon as you can. We all know what happened the last time they found a Venusian Witch in the company of a Werewolf.” Bile rises up my throat at the memory, and bitterness has crept into my voice. Her eyes widen in fear again. I sigh, forcing myself to assume an impassive expression. I’m sick of the other beings looking at me, at my kind, with fear and mistrust.

“She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…” “Other than the fact that Rosalynd’s mom is kinda creepy?” “Oh, it gets worse,” I look for a Sharpie and then walk up to the screen. I draw around the edges of the other image, the one that is almost invisible to my Fae vision. “Tell me, wolf, what do you see now.” “There’s another face,” his jaw drops. “Holy Fuck, who is that?” “Whoever that is, he looks angry. And,” I add as I turn off the screen shivering. “He’s the one powering the spell.”

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...

"If she did, she's a real good liar, but I intend to find out. She is keeping a lot of secrets from me. She says she doesn't want me involved for fear I could get hurt." "And you don't believe her?" "I don't know. I do know all of this is tied to her mother somehow, but she won't open up to me, but then again, I have known her less than 48 hours. I have to be patient. She didn't ask for me to come crashing into her life." "I did some research on that as well. And it is possible for a witch to bind her wolf. If he or she doesn't want to be identified, it is how they get in and out of other realms without being detected."

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.