The Witch Collector Novels & Stories

I entered the dungeon to find about fifty of my man , guarding the halls and the cell with proud smirks on their faces and it is indeed a good reason to be proud. Capturing a witch is a hell of a task and the fact they did have find a Radrahan is even better. A Radrahan is an old ancient collar that blocks the power of witches, confessors and other creatures in this areas. " You all will get a week off for your success guys. Now I need an extra chair in the bitch's cell, put it across her and don't say a word, and turn on the cameras "I link them with a smirk. Entering the cell I sit down casually in the chair across from the witch , not saying a word just looking at her.

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

he said, his voice revealing the frustration and anger he felt within. “Nope, I came from the pack too. However I am a witch, I can do magic.” I wove my fingers in the air for effect. “You must be kidding me.” his eyes squinted as he spoke. Czar knew werewolves could scent a witch but nothing about her showed she might be one. However he decided to be careful around her, she might truly be a witch or perhaps lost her mind. He remembered the enchantress's warning and tried to gauge her if she was a threat or merely a wannabe witch.

I walked to the center of the room, lifted my chin, and spoke. “Good morning,” I said evenly. “Thank you for waiting.” A few murmured greetings followed. “I’ll be direct,” I continued. “What happened last night was not an accident, and it was not caused by the palace or the crown.” Murmurs rippled through the room. “There is a witch,” I went on, my voice steady but firm. “Powerful. Bitter and obsessed with ending the wolf packs as we know them. She feeds on stolen power, and the final piece she needs can only be taken by killing your king.”

She stood in the clearing, surrounded by the wreckage of her own attack, and for the first time, she looked… human. "I was not born a witch," she said. "I was made. A long time ago. The Supernatural Council wanted to understand soul magic. They wanted a weapon that could collect, contain, and control spirits. So they created one." She held up her hands, looking at them as if they belonged to someone else. "They took a dying girl, a seer, like your Valerie, and they poured magic into her. They bound her soul with the souls of a dozen dead witches. They made me into a vessel. A collector. A living jar."

“I want to forget someone. But the Pack doctor… they won’t help me. They all obey him.” The witch gave me a long, thoughtful look before gesturing for me to lie down on the recliner. As she prepared her ritual, she asked, “Is there any wish left unfulfilled?” I shook my head without hesitation. She paused for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “So where should I send you, then?” “You must know,” she said, her voice smooth yet sharp, “I’m the most famous witch. Many werewolves have come to trade with me—seeking wealth, power—offering hefty prices in return.”

"My name is Nadia. And I'm here to help you kill the bastard who murdered my entire family twenty years ago." "The Collector." I gestured for her to sit. "You said it's a title. Not a person." "Exactly." She pulled out documents, spreading them across my desk. "The Council has used Collectors for centuries. Wolves specifically tasked with eliminating True Alphas. When one dies, another takes the title. Continues the work. The Collector you killed was named Vincent Grey. But his replacement is worse. Smarter. More ruthless." "Who?" I demanded. "Who took over?"

We needed clarity, not chaos. It didn’t take long to find the source. A lone figure stood at the edge of the clearing. Tall, cloaked, and unmistakably inhuman. Her hair glowed like starlight, her eyes glimmering silver. Magic clung to her like frost. A witch. "Nathaniel Darkhunter," she said with a voice that felt like moonlight and thunder. I stepped forward, baring my teeth. "You tread on dangerous soil." "I come not to fight, but to warn. The witches of Inadu are gathering. They have found their vessel."

“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?”

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.