The Witch Collector Novels & Stories

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

"He's gonna be fine" "I'm worried about him, what if he's dead, what if they killed him already". She tried to hold back her tears. "I don't think he is, If they wanted to they would have killed him there, that's if they failed to get the stone from your mother". "What stone?". "It's called the Collectors Stone, The Creator used them to nerf the abilities of the werewolves and linked it to the full moon". "The Creator?". "That's what they call her, she was the Creator Of The Supernatural, a goddess called Yumeno Lucrecia". Hannah said.

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai

She chuckled and then finished "You will find many Allies along the way, do not be afraid to take advantage of their help for they will play a crucial part in stopping Colby. Only the power of that book can save us all for it is the most powerful in existence, however only the witch with all seven qualities can access the secrets that it holds from us all. Now hurry child go save the wolf and remember, find yourself and you will find your witch." I looked at the book and the little vile of blood in my hands and began to ask another question when I realized the sprites and their wise leader had disappeared. I then took off into the now dark woods until I made my way back to Joshua who was sti

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

Siri 'continues as the greetings stop. 'We know this enemy'. A group of witches appears. 'We have helped our English sisters look in The witch's hammer for the trail of the dark enemy'. I do not understand why, but I know instinctively that this group is the Scandinavian witches. 'Who is the dark one ? Our job is to take care of those wolves. We have not received any alerts about a new enemy'. A witch in a colorful dress, from the West African coven, becomes visible. Although the dark woman speaks her own language, I still understand what she is saying. The astral plane we are all on had to have that effect.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

It sharpened it, because the very thing that made me love her — that fierce, stubborn, self-erasing courage — was the thing keeping her hidden from me, and I couldn't hate her for it no matter how it burned. It was Bram who first spoke the name, and he spoke it the way you'd name a sickness. We were three days back from another dead road, sitting in the cold blue light of the kitchen while my mother slept, and he said, low, "There's someone I haven't told you about. Because you'd have gone to her a year ago, half-mad as you were, and she'd have eaten you alive." He turned his cup in his rough hands. "They call her the Witch. Out past the eastern flats." I told him I had no time for stories a

He wanted me to continue to collect powers until we had enough that we could take Brody out and take over the clan. He thought we were too slick to get caught. That Brody would never expect his own to go against him. But we finally did get caught killing a witch from the Black Witch Mountain coven to steal her power of time manipulation. Brody went ballistic like she was his damn mama bear or something. He rejected us both and threw us in his dungeon.

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.