The Witch And The Mercenary Novel Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

And two territories west, in a compound that had never lost a weapon before, the Architect sat in his certainty and did not yet know that the last wolf witch was coming. With her aunt. And an alpha who had declared war on the Council for her and would do it again without blinking. And a Beta with the patience of someone who locks herself in a room when things feel wrong and waits until she can name it. He had built something designed to break people who ran alone. He had not prepared for what happens when they stop.

“Mother, please. Now you’re just being silly.” “It’s the truth! She has witch blood. Her mother was a witch. She…” “Silence,” Magnus said. He turned to Mercy. “Mercy, is this true?” he asked her. “Are you and enchantress.” Mercy lifted her chin and shook her head. “No, your highness. I am not an enchantress. I’m a wolf, through and through.” “LIAR!” Sephora hollered, but Magnus cut her off.

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

Mercy, in that world, is the silence. He sent me back with a mission: convert as many as I could. At first, we scraped together a few bitter souls; bitter exiles, abused recruits, those who’d been ground down by pack life. Then we met the witch. Along with her came the beast; a werewolf like me, all scars and furious purpose. People came. Word spread, and with each recruit, our resolve hardened into structure.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

I snorted, knowing my cousins would hate that he referred to them as witches and not warlocks. “Ahhhhh, the halfling does not agree. Why don’t you both step aside so I can see her?” he said. “Over my dead body!” Alex snapped. “You either move, witch, or I will move you, the choice is yours.” “You can try, king, and it's a warlock!” Alex said with disdain in his voice. “Have it your way, boy. Guards, remove them, and if they resist, kill them,” he bellowed.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

When he heard the news of the approaching army, he readily agreed to join us on our mission to unite the supernatural world against them. His merging would open a whole new world of wonder for me. Nikodem was a gate keeper of sorts between the human world and the supernatural world. He not only interacted with vampires and werewolves, but also with fairies, elves and other creatures I’d read about in books, but never thought would be real. It made sense that they would be. I was walking proof that fairy tales are based on fact.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.