Novel & Cerita The Witch And The Mercenary Novel

I will give him the war he cannot imagine because war with me is always quiet at first and then a hurricane that laughs. There is always a price. My men know this; we have counted coin and souls enough to know the ledger is never neat. But I am not a man who bargains with loose promises. I leave signals, contingencies, and witches’ threads strung like wires across the plan. I pay the witches in things they value: a lock of hair, a promise of sanctuary, a box of silver. The witch I use is old and dutiful. She makes a sigil that keeps a person from waking too soon—an edged lullaby stitched inside the sedative—so the taken will not cough awake into panic. I respect mercy when it's useful.

'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture. Wamlisia was an elemental witch, one of the two strongest witches to be ever born. She could control almost all known elements and she was also the one who wrote the book of prophecies. The book that now I retained and the world has been looking for it. How my mother came to possess it was something beyond me.

“The werewolves, vampires, and witches seem to have formed an alliance, and recruited human sympathizers.” He was wondering why the Mer had not joined them. Lyric looked up at Niarthen. She knew the answer. Their late-night talks about the war had explained that to her. It didn’t sit right with her, but she couldn’t argue with the Mer logic - the river they followed was physical evidence for that logic.

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

As wolfsbane is to a normal werewolf, so is the devil's trumpet to an Ñyoran. She used our secret against us, and told the Alpha and his men to crush the leaves on their blades and claw tips. The village was conquered and burnt to the ground. The Queen was captured and dishonoured by Alpha Kazamir's men, who took turns raping her before she was butchered to death. The very few of us who escaped were cursed by the witch to live the rest of our lives in the snowy mountains of Whiteskin. A few years later, Mercilius, a curious Ñyora was born. He had always wanted to traverse the world. He wanted to know what lay beyond the icy mountains.

Stay with me, Evie. She gasped, stumbling, clutching her chest. The witch’s smirk faltered as her hold cracked. But Evandra knew: this was only the beginning. The battle raged until dawn. Reinforcements pressed the enemy back, but at terrible cost—fires devoured Crescent’s stores, dozens of wolves lay dead or wounded, and the witch’s presence made every strike heavier. Finally, with their forces broken, the mercenaries began to retreat. The witch vanished into smoke, leaving only her laughter behind.

Her eyes glowed with molten gold light. A Witch. It all made sense now, the heavy static aura, the exploding collar. She had used magic to trigger the execution. But why on earth was a high-level Witch teaming up with vampires? Did they pay for her services? Witches were typically mercenaries, trading spells for gold or artifacts, always to the highest bidder. They weren’t usually violent, they didn’t hunt humans for food, so I rarely crossed paths with them. But on the rare occasion I met a combat witch, it was always trouble. They were hired guns for the powerful.

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

Those cows, it was Tessa who took my wolf out, she said she put her to sleep so I wouldn't change when I tried to run away. And as fate would have it, the person who took my wolf has the same name as the little girl whose liver, arm and leg I destroyed, sister of Décima. - Witches? What were they like? - Said taking a tablet from I don't know where. - Their names were Lili, Tessa and Zora. They presented themselves to me as mercenaries looking for money. They kidnapped people and sold them to the family if they were rich or auctioned them off to the highest bidder.

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm