The Witch King Novels & Stories

Nicolas and Alexander's usher the King into the Command tent. King – I need all the Witches in the meeting with us, I have information about the Witches that are helping Vlad. The main Witch is a cross breed of Harpies and Witches, and she is extremely powerful. She is at least 1000 years old, and she is probably one of Strongest Witches. Nicolas's mind links his Witches to come to the Command tent as the King needed to talk to the Witches and Alexander mind linked the Royal Witches to come as well.

Thank your father for that, Abyss tells me whilst yawning. My father? I question. He’s a witch, the first witch of his kind. The king, Abyss explains. Does he live up there with Celeste, was he the man standing within the trees? Yes, Abyss agrees. Theseus is the witch king and Celeste is the wolf queen. You descend from a line of royalty so that makes you the princess of both kinds. You are a hot topic within the god realm. They cannot wait to meet you… it’s been a long time since the last time they saw you. She tells me.

King Augustra nodded as he stood still to listen to the healer, tears flowing from his eyes. He had hoped Amelia would understand. It was the only way for him to stay alive and he was not being selfish. It was for a greater cause. The healer had come back a few minutes later with an old woman. She was haggardly looking and she smelled awful. The healer introduced her as a witch and asked the King if the witch could go on. "Yes" The Alpha King replied. "Alpha. Are you sure about this? Once we take a life, there is no going back? Have you thought this through?" The witch asked.

"I am Charl Richter" were the words of the Wight King after having crushed the head of the Necromancer. "It's a pleasure, I'm Zark Ar Zathot ..." Zark himself started, then he continued with his companions "They are Keil, Nyos and Ingrid" The Wight King introduced as Charl nodded, then walked over to Ingrid; once he was close enough to her, Charl fell on one of her knees, under her head and pronounced "Thank you, you have freed me and for that I am grateful"

Richard paused for a moment, then understood: “Only a few more days until the full moon. Maybe this time he will use ‘him’. I really do not understand. How could the King be so cruel to his own son? The Queen did not make any moves to help him either. He's actually being controlled, he's not the bloodthirsty one they see. He is my friend...” Irene looked at Richard's slightly lost expression and said: “If I go into battle this time, then after this battle, not only the Northern Kingdom but also allied countries will think that I am betraying my promise of honor, that of House Rothnor. Whether or not "that person" was used, the only one named after the battle was the Rothnor. And that's not a

Hope has been long gone in the eyes of soldiers. This has come too far. When night falls and the light of the moon comes and shines over us, that is the time we are being pushed back and even now we can't do anything. We witches and fairies are sorcerers that take life from the sun, while warlocks and werewolves take them from the moon. Our forces are weakening. Hope has been long gone in the eyes of the soldiers. I can't let this continue on. I can't let my kingdom, my world suffer when I could obviously do something for them. I must do something.

We broke our engagement not long ago and got nothing to do with each other. "I appreciate your concern, but if those men show interest in me, maybe they can become my potential spouse," I smirk. "After all, I'm an eligible bachelorette. It's time for me to find a husband." "Alice-" "It's Mistress to you," I corrected him as it caused the look on his face to turn red. "You may be the Crown Prince and soon become king after your father steps down, but here I rule this kingdom. I'm the Mistress of Pandora…The Red Witch."

It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission. He is starting to think that the vision that the warlock saw wasn't just mess up his life and plans but to make things difficult for him, the one thing that went right was killing that girl a few years ago, getting up from his chair he went around the table and pour himself another drink, drains it in one go, the stress of getting his hands on the Baldwin pack and territory is getting to him, that's something that should've happened years ago, somehow he still fighting for the same thing.

A strange witch with a cloak covering his face spoke outta nowhere drawing their attention to her and the King's smile became brighter. "Thank you for Honoring my invite, Sara." The King welcomed the strange witch whose face was yet to be seen by the people in the throne room.. the wolves could identify the witches whenever they were around. They couldn't understand why the King would seek help from a witch.. "I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting." The witch whose name was Sara bowed slightly Infront of the King and slowly took off her cloak revealing her scaly face. She's a black witch.. "Not at all Sara, you were just in time for the fun part." King Rigan seemed to be close to the witch a

"My name is Me— No, my name is Edea." She did not wish to lie, but she did not wish to give her name to an ambiguous stranger either, no matter how handsome and stylish he was. A small smile formed at the corners of his lips and he eloquently muttered in his characteristic low but crystal clear voice, "I see. Then Edea, I am enchanted to be of your acquaintance. You may not have asked, but I am named…Jupiter." This day marked the first meeting between the witch of time and the one who would become the first king of the Lustburg Kingdom. Jupiter Luxuria, the Conqueror King.