The Witch 2 The Other One Novels & Stories

The physical evidence only led to the center of the field and then nothing, as if the kidnappers and Alexi had just disappeared without a trace. Coming up the road were many more vehicles; two vehicles carried the Packs Witches and the other the King's Witches. The Pack Witches felt offended that the King's Witches were called upon. The King's Witches felt they were far more Superior and magically capable than the Pack Witches. The two sets of witches did not work well together at all. However, both sets of witches agreed that there was lots of magic residue everywhere.

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.

She asks and I shake my head. “It was the witch; things should be going back to normal now that she’s gone.” I explain and she shakes her head with a sigh. “It’s not over. There’s another witch and she’s working with someone in the pack. If you would get your head out of your ass, you’d know that.” She growls and my jaw ticks. Another witch. Fucking great. She turns away from me and shakes her head, “Not your mother.” She whispers and the sound cracks my heart. I still can’t believe I said that.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

[KILL WHAT'S LEFT] The witch let out a flash of blue light from both hands. The light morphed into a sword held in her hand. The witch did not realise that there was another wolf sneaking up behind her. In one breath, the wolf behind her pounced on the nape of the witch's neck and broke it.

"I don't get it. Why falling in love helps us?" She slowly turned and pulled on a weak smile as she grabbed my hand. "My dear, sweet Alice. The person you are bound by has the other half of your soul. After a witch is born, their souls are cut in half and sent to our destiny. Once you find that destiny, your life is complete. You will become the most powerful witch." Her words still ring in my head after she died that day. Still confused and a bit skeptical about this ordeal. Daniel was the love of my life, but after hearing about half-souls from Octavia, I never had those solid feelings for Daniel.

"She is indisposed. If you will follow me." "You don't like Sylvia do you?" I say as I cock an eyebrow at the little witch in front of me. "She doesn't belong here," the witch says with a disgusted look on her face. "She is an abomination." "Because she is a hybrid?" I ask. "Because she is a half breed," the small witch snaps at me. "Technically I am a half breed," I tell the witch. "I am actually more werewolf or lycan than I am witch."

And the witch didn’t care to tell her either. “ Just tell me who the fuck you are?!” Haven had demanded a second time while the witch had cackled. She brought her ring to her face for a second and Haven had gasped when she finally caught a peek of the hooded witch’s face. Well not really a peek. Haven had seen her two colored eyes. Yes the disgusting witch had two different colored eyes! “ You don’t have to worry about who I am. Worry about what I’ll do to you next Haven” The witch had said and Haven could hear the mischief swirling in her tone.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

“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?”