The Witch Hunter Series Novels & Stories

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

“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?”

She’d been through enough and what she needed was rest, not probing from a stranger or interrogative questions coming from a man she didn’t even know. Men did this to her. Fingers reached around the loaded double barrel, sitting beside the couch. I huffed in silent fury... issuing a silent promise as I gripped my gun. So, there were werewolves… people that shifted out in the thick of the forest. Is that what I was only now realizing? Were there unicorns too? I snickered stupidly to myself. My thoughts trailed back to her eyes. Those startling lilac eyes. I pictured her face as sleep took hold. An odd sensation rumbled in my chest, a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

I couldn’t tell who it was and I didn’t have time to find out. I heard a deep growl that sounded like Hunter. Turning towards the sound, I saw he was still going at it with a bunch of wolves. I ran towards him to try to help but was thrown back by another blast of magic. Crap, I needed to get rid of these witches. Rolling onto my feet I came face to face with the witch I had met in Maine. “You are going to pay for what you did bitch. I will kill you, I don’t care what that wolf says!” She screamed as she came running at me.

"Why does it have to be him protecting our enemy's child?" "I'm not sure how it started, Sir. But what's certain is that we can't attack Kaivan, especially when he's clearly residing in Neutral territory. And don't forget, he's under the protection of the witch hunter clan. We can't underestimate that particular enemy." Witch Hunters were a major mafia group with networks all over Europe. In the past, they were known for engaging in various illegal activities. They were even brutally ruthless toward rival businesses. However, under new leadership, Witch Hunters now focused solely on the arms trade. And Kaivan had a close friendship with their current leader.

I don’t see him arrive. One second, the Witch hunters in front of me are stepping closer, their weapons humming with that sick, demonic energy, and the next there's a rustle in the woods that I only heard from six weeks ago. My magic is still flaring as i watch the witch hunter to my left drop. He hits the ground with a thud. There's no warning, no sound beyond the wet, bloody choke that leaves his throat as his body collapses to the forest floor.

"None of us have anything to do with witchcraft!" Jamie ignored her, waving over a cloaked figure that emerged from the shadows. The witch hunter. His face was gaunt, with sunken eyes that gleamed with malice. He stalked toward us slowly, like a predator assessing its prey. The witch hunter approached Aunt Arya first, sniffing the air around her as though he could sense magic just by being near it. Aunt Arya stood tall, her chin raised in defiance, though I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes. "She's clean," the witch hunter muttered after a long pause, moving on to Maria.

“You didn’t know he was a hunter?” I shake my head and unhook my bra. We’re stripping down to shower. “And he didn’t know I was a witch. The group of hunters they run with were in that part of Chicago looking for a witch to kill. When Easton and Melinda realized it was me, Melinda refused to do it.” “But the hunter tried?” “Kind of. I stopped him before he could try.” “Would he have gone through with it if you hadn’t?” I shake my head. “I don’t know. You know how hunters are. They think all witches are bad. I don’t think either Easton or Melinda had actually met a witch before.”

" I felt a surge of anger and fear wash over me. Even if I dreamed of him, helping me with everything, I knew that Hunter was still dangerous and that he would stop at nothing to take the werewolves down. But I wasn't going to let him get the upper hand. So I stood up from my spot on the sand and approached him, ready to cast some magic spells. But before I could even open my mouth, Hunter Grey spoke. "I might be gone for good," he said in a serious tone, "the witches, I mean the bad ones, will kidnap and bring me to a place where no one could see me, not even your werewolf's heightened sense of smell." My heart sank as I processed his words, realizing the gravity of the situation. Hunter Gr