The Witch And The Mercenary Novel Novels & Stories

one of the alphas remarked, his voice filled with a disturbing mixture of desire, hunger, and loathing. "What are you doing here?" another alpha demanded, but I stood frozen, unable to utter a single word. I wondered how fate had led me to the territory of these powerful alphas, knowing full well the deep-rooted enmity between witches and werewolves. The urge to run surged within me, but I remembered the brown-haired witch's warning not to run, no matter the circumstances. Reluctantly, I forced myself to remain motionless.

The wicked witch smiled sweetly up at him as if she wasn't standing in the middle of a ballroom full of deadly Vampire warriors who could rip her to shreds at Vladimir's single command. When Mercy leaped to attack her the witch pulled her glowing fist back and threw a punch at Mercy's face. A sickening crack echoed in the now silent Ballroom. The witch had knocked Mercy out with a single blow. Vladimir winced as he gazed at Mercy's unconscious form with a crooked bleeding nose. That was a pretty ugly hit! Maybe he had been taking the situation too lightly. But before he could do something he saw a fist with a bright blue flame burning around it coming towards him that pushed him into blissed

His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?] ... I blew my life savings on a top-tier werewolf slave from the black market. The listing was written in bold: Top-tier Alpha bloodline. Cold, strong, and wild.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

He increased the volume and the fluid voice of the man on the screen filled the room. "... establishing ties with old and powerful packs, is a must for any new pack hoping to survive the rocky beginning. The Felt Hunting Club is a perfect way for young alphas like Donovan Creel, Rigel Howcraft and Tobias Lentiyn to get into the graces of these already established Alphas and maybe even form an alliance with them." Helena's magic roared inside of her, an untamed fury that demanded revenge for all the man she was seeing had done. "Are you alright?" Her father asked and she turned to him with a smile.

But Louis spoke so well of her and the way her eyes glowed when she stared at him was so terrifying that it began to come in between his doubt. His horse galloped deeper, dust rising as they passed through some trees, Robert couldn't think straight, he must find a way to end this all and save his kingdom but fate bringing his destiny in the hands of a witch is so unbelievable. He remembered that the witches went into extinction ever since his father almost wiped them all from the surface of the earth. Is Merga a witch? but her description suits perfectly the words of the old woman, especially those green eyes that tormented him for days? How can he ever forget that? If Merga is a witch, why

Garrow said, while he pointed his spear toward the spot where the Huntress was currently gutting two of our scouts at the same time. "She’s a fast one, I’ll give her that, and I can see why the Mercenary Guild charged so much for her services, but she’s just one girl and she’s burning through her energy like a candle in a gale," I replied, and I didn't let the worry show on my face because I had been planning this raid for months and I wasn't going to let a half-vampire freak ruin my chance to crush Theron’s pack.

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

Sandra moved her body and took a seat with her two bare feet touching the floor. “You mean Sonya?” Novak bowed his eyebrows after vacuuming his disappointed feeling of Jeremy’s decision to get involved with his young brother, Javier’s plan to kidnap Sonya and submit her to the vampire clan of Miller. Sandra gulped again. “The woman with her flaming hands that she can burn anything with her hands…there is fire in her hands…she is half wolf and a witch…” Jeremy sighed and took a deep glimpse of Novak. Novak rose from his seat and signed Jeremy to come with him into his room.

she commanded, her focus solely on the task at hand, seemingly indifferent to my predicament. In a display of tactical prowess, Emberlyn's seasoned mercenaries advanced towards the cabin with precision, their movements coordinated and efficient. As they closed in, two of the mercenaries underwent a startling transformation, their bodies morphing into werewolf forms. The situation took an unexpected turn as the mercenary leader ordered one of our werewolf allies to approach the front door. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, tension coiling in my muscles. Suddenly, violence erupted. The werewolf was flung back out of the cabin, a sickening crunch echoing as its head hit the ground. Hor