The Witch King Novels & Stories

The warm eyes turned into icy silver. ​It was my cousin. The Witch King, Asher. ​He stood there with a wicked, playful smile on his face, leaning closer to me. "I knew you were keeping a secret from the moment I saw you at the gates," he said, his voice smooth and arrogant. "But I would never have imagined this. You’re having a child for one of those fucking wolves?" ​He shook his head, looking at me with pity and disdain. "You’re just like your mother, Ariana. Stupid, weak, and a traitor to your own blood." ​

Calvin said looking at her direction before leading her out of the hall. "Kadja you will come with us" Calvin instructed as soon as he set his eyes on the ancient witch. "I do not take orders from you prince. Has the king sent you?" Kadja purred her reply. She was one of the senior witches in the kingdom and the most feared in the three realms. Most times she acted weak and blind but Calvin knew better. She was sneaky and coy. Her eyes shone an unearthly purple as they moved from side to side. A seductress. With her pink full lips, high cheek bones and well pronounced curves. Nobody knew her purpose in life but legend has it that she's an ancient princess roaming the realms looking for her l

He looked different like his son and his attire was all painted in shades of black, giving him the aura of a black knight. “More than ever, we need your power, and I can only hope that it comes to a great use in the battleground.” While I was about to give the King a reply, I felt the core of the earth shaking and seeing the King's look of disbelief as he looked forward, I followed his gaze and gasped seeing the outrageous number of witches heading for the borders.

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.”

One of them asked and they burst into laughter This is not venngreberg, go back to avoid being killed one of the witches snarled There is something they don't know whenever a witch meet the vampire King there power dissolve and they get weak like humans but these witches are not aware of it What are you waiting for a beautiful looking witch said and the King thought that he will start from the beautiful witch Suddenly the beautiful witch felt an invisible force taking her towards the King Oh no,he is taking me away she panic and the others were surprised, she is the only highest rank witch there at that moment The King snapped her neck and she fell lifeless on the floor The witches attempted

Stefan stood before the throne where the King sat. “I have a task for you,” the king said, sipping from a gold goblet filled with blood. Stefan gave a sharp nod, eyes cold. “What is it, Your Majesty?” “There’s a witch, Meridia. She has been aiding one of my rivals. Hiding his scouts and sending him visions. I want her silenced.” Stefan tilted his head slightly. “Assassination?” The king smirked. “No. That would be too easy. I want her daughter taken. A child’s grief weakens a mother. And a weakened witch makes mistakes.”

Narrator" For over a century the king Amadeus, seeking his greatest enemy, did all of the things that he could do just to find him. He even abducted A lot of witches. That's the reason why witches deliberately disappear. “useless! I don't need a worthless witch like you!” The King shouted, He was frustrated because It was already centuries and still there was no single trace of his enemy. “I'm sorry your highness, but have you thought that maybe the enemy that you've been looking for was built of your imagination?”

“Your sight? You think I take orders from you when it comes to this? This.. thing...” He pointed a grimy finger at Winter. “She’s a witch. A curse. The whole pack knows it. And the King is too bewitched to see it. He hides in the shadows and lets this filth walk our halls, polluting this sacred place with her very presence!”

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

I frowned at his condition as I asked-" What happened to you? Who did this?" He said while panting-" K-king Alan!!!!" A faint whisper lingered around the room as soon as they heard the name. King Alan, from the kingdom of Albion. Albion was one of the strongest kingdoms in WitchLands now. Alan was a fearless and merciless king. On the run to conquer the kingdoms. Known as the beast slayer. He was a Demi god-king on Earth. As he is half-god and half wizard. Son of Annabeth Case the brainchild and wizard William from WitchLand.