Romans & histoires The Witch And The Mercenary Novel

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

*Conrad* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! A triple FUCK! My subconscious was screaming as I was looking at my mate’s unconscious body lying on the hospital bed. Nothing was going according to plan. First, the rejection didn’t work. Next, this Little Witch tricks my mother and inhabits my cottage. Then she brings five mercenaries who want to capture her. I won’t add how many plans she ruined for me, and what’s more, I had to listen to her moans while she almost let another man fuck her.

The woods burning with unnatural light, the screams of his pack and the ragged, hoarse cries of his younger sister, Elin, carried by the wind. The witch stood in the clearing—hair wild, eyes black as stormwater, blue fire twisting from her hands. Not Thalia. Older, haunted, beautiful and monstrous. She had come for vengeance, she’d said. For a blood debt older than Rowan could name. He hadn’t believed it—hadn’t believed anything but the way she moved, a flick of her wrist sending fire through the undergrowth, bodies falling behind her. He fought—gods, how he fought. Silver claws and teeth and strength, but it was never enough. The witch’s power warped the world: roots snared ankles, shadows

But the thoughts of Bella continued to swirl. His mind went back to Tess, it had been three years since she had passed away. He remembered how he had sworn that even in death, his heart would belong to her. She was supposed to be his one true mate, his soulmate. But now, his heart was being swayed by a 23-year-old witch - a limelight, no less. It was forbidden for an alpha to love a limelight. It had never happened before, and he knew he had to suppress whatever feelings he had for Bella. But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

"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.

Although excited to have accomplished something many experienced witches couldn’t manage, I was completely spent and barely able to make my way into the cottage to have a cup of the ever-available replenishing tea. I quickly downed the hot liquid and then rushed back out to help Gwendoline. Luthias’s body was coated in blood, but I couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s. Gwendoline had his arm draped around her shoulder. It was clear she was having difficulty supporting his bulk. I ran to drape his other arm around my shoulder to help ease her burden. Between the two of us, we managed to get him into the small medical room she kept in the back of the cottage. My mentor wasn’t only t

She finished for him, "I know that some militaries out there try to recruit Werewolves into their ranks because of their unnatural abilities." "Exactly. Witches are another problem." He said as he leaned back against one of the shelves, "Dark Witches have the uncanny ability to mess with the dead and that's just..." He shuddered, the shake caused the shelf behind him to tremble a bit, a few books tumbled down onto the floor beside him, "Oops." Amira shook her head as she picked up the books that had fallen when one book stood out to her. It was thin compared to the others and smaller in size. It was in black leather with what appeared to be aged paper within it. She set the other books aside

The end of everything or the beginning of something new. Nathaniel fought in the distance, his hulking wolf form holding off three witch-beasts at once. I saw the glimmer of steel in his eyes even through the chaos. He was alive. He was still fighting. And so was I. Ama's betrayal burned like acid in my chest. Her alliance with the witches of Witch Inadu had opened a gate of destruction we hadn’t foreseen. They were not merely witches—they were hybrids, twisted with the blood of werewolves, stronger than either race alone. And Ama, my own blood, had led them here.

“Alpha Nathan is too silent this time, you know. Something is not right I can feel it in my guts. The warriors are all tensed. They aren’t as strict as they were before! Must be the storm… or the witch.” “You have a point there, baldie. The witch, if proven true, is a force to be reckoned with. No wonder the werewolves did their best to eradicate them before they multiply like the werewolves. I bet the Blood Claws Pack will howl for mercy in front of that witch hahaha!” The merchant’s arrogant voice was followed by a shattering of the wooden desk. Splinters of wood flew from different directions. “Hey! You have to pay for that one, mister!” The woman behind the desk slammed the packed slices

It was the perfect spot for a non-magical ambush. Too late, her instincts screamed. This is a trap. She expected the dampening of magic, but didn't account for her own fatigue. As soon as she realized the danger, she found herself surrounded. Three huge wolves-heavy-set shifters, not Shadow Wolf followers-descended from the high ridges. Their scent carried the same familiar mineral smell as Torvin's scout. They were led by a tall, grim man with his pack markings cut away, showing he was a mercenary. "The hunt is over, Healer," the mercenary growled, his voice deep and rough. "The Shadow Wolf wants you alive and intact. Drop the satchel and your magic."