The Witch And The Tsar Novels & Stories

The Alpha is not going to like it at all. "So that song was a spell? You were casting a spell on us?", i got defensive really fast, although i don't mean it. We don't hate the witches like our Alpha, but we are all skeptical about them. And they are all so weird, so you can't really blame us.

Soup thickens, bread rises higher, laughter creeps back into the corners. One afternoon, as sunlight cuts sharp through the pines, Bram returns—filthy, exhausted, but triumphant, leading two mules loaded with sacks of flour, dried fish, and jars of pickled vegetables. He is flanked by strangers: a stooped witch with wind-burned cheeks and a young werewolf with a haunted stare.

"That sounds like a threat." "Take it however you want." Tasha smiled. It was not a nice smile. "Here's a threat for you," she said. "Touch her again, and I'll file your face while you sleep." The two wolves went pale. "You can't..." "Oh yes she can do whatever she wants." Benita spoke up shocking me and stepped closer. She was shorter than both of them, but somehow she seemed taller. "I'm a princess of Valdris. My family has more money than yours, more power than yours, and more patience than yours. But don't test it."

Not warmly — nothing about this woman was warm — but with a kind of terrible appreciation, the way a hunter smiles when the prey turns out to be more interesting than expected. "Alpha Dravon," she said, without looking away from me. "Under Council Law, Ordinance Seventeen, any wolf witch taken into pack custody must be surrendered to Council jurisdiction within forty-eight hours. You have —" she glanced at the narrow window "— thirty-six hours remaining. I will wait." "You're welcome to the guest quarters," Kael said. "My Beta will show you."

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin

“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?”

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

She tried to reach to something in her jacket and I was pretty sure it wasn't a surpise gift for me. I whispered again. This time much quicker, and then she fell unconscious. “Yeah, wolfsbane doesn't protect you against witches, b*tch.” For some reason, I didn't want to drive her truck. I felt it was smarter if I took her in mine and then questioned her in my house. Now, this wasn't smart at all but I felt more comfortable doing it.

they mocked. Rashid inhaled, his pupils flashing red, but Ryazan held him back, giving the order for the witches to be staked and burned alive to atone for their sins. They were dragged away and staked, as the fire that burned them rose, Ursa using the last of her powers, teleported her sister away, before anyone could realize what was happening. “Go sister, bring me back, destroy the mutts, I, URSA WILL BE BACK” her cries echoed just before she died.

“Yes, we have -“ “But to be clear,” says Tasha, “he’s the one who has been meeting us. Not the other way round.” Chiara looks at Tasha carefully and then says, “You are a witch.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, but Tasha replies, “Yes, I am,” nevertheless. “You are the Serafina witch? Aren’t you?” “Yes, I am. But what is going on?” “That’s what I need to know," Chiara says authoritatively. "What are you planning with the original vampire?”