The Witch Collector Novels & Stories

"The ones they capture." "The ordinance says extermination," he said. "The reality — based on what little Elara left behind, what I've spent four years piecing together — is something else. The Council has been trying to use wolf witch ability. Weaponize the bond-breaking. Build something that could give them control over every pack bond in every territory." His eyes didn't leave mine. "They need a living witch to do it. A willing one would be better. A broken one would do." The room was very quiet.

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

I knew I had said something while either talking to her or during the building of the block as Kolby then pulled the knife out of me and smirked, seeming to be satisfied, before knocking me out once more. I knew as soon as I woke this time that something was different. The stranger was back, standing next to Kolby, just outside the doorway. They were talking softly, but I could still hear them. “Thanks to the information you pulled out of him, we managed to find the witch.” “Excellent. Where is she? She will be a great asset.” “Unfortunately, as expected, she resisted and Archer had no choice but to take her down.” “So?” “She didn’t make it.”

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

"It shall be known soon, Matilda. Wait and you shall be free." "Whatever that plan of yours young witch I don't want to anger the church so I'm out of that. But if you require my help I can be persuaded in one condition." "Come on, creep. No more young boys for you. Aren't you satisfied with your collections?" “What does my collection have against my condition?” she asked her. “Do they have a history? Yes. Are they bad? Yes. But my condition is different, young witch.” "Fine what it is?"

Hazel looked like she was going to fall sick. "What's wrong?" I asked, fear building within me. Hazel's eyes flickered to meet mine. "Isabella isn't a generic witch. " Hazel hesitated, her expression turning serious. "Isabella isn't a generic witch. She's a soul collector, and her powers are far darker than any of us imagined." Aubrey and I exchanged startled glances, realising the magnitude of the revelation. "Soul collector?" I echoed, my voice barely a whisper.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

She forced a smile after glaring at me for the last few minutes. As she peeled her hair away from me, it wasn't hard to tell that she knew about the supernatural. Aaron's words came rushing into my thoughts. She is either a witch or a collector. From all she had said, with a little anger boiling inside of her, it showed that she was a collector. Only that I don't know who a collector is. It sure as hell didn't sound nice and fluffy. "I'm sorry if I angered you and your beliefs. I didn't mean it."

This was turning to be something more complicated than expected, wirches were off the bars and had never been monitored by hunters, they made sure to stay hidden and away from sight since their fued with the werewolves but they were involved in this gem that i sort also. “I’m assuming you’ve thought through on things that can get past it-” Malcolm leaned back on the couch, his composure was the most relaxed of us all and i didnt seem to understand why. “Some hunter reached out to us a couple of months back,” My ears perked up at the mention of Cole but my face remained at bay, i could feel cassie’s eyes on me but yet she gave nothing away. “And he said he had some kind of device from the hun

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.