The Witch King Novels & Stories

She appeared and I honestly thought the kid was going to have a heart attack. Queen Eden sighed and shook her head as she looked around, “Keylon, this was not Princess Elisa. This is the work of Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witches. Princess, we really should call an emergency meeting with the alliance. She’s getting out of control.” I nodded, “We can meet this evening in our conference room again.” Queen Eden nodded in agreement as she touched each dead body and they came back to life. I told the kid, “Keylon, I am sorry for what happened, but I am not a dark witch. Dahlia wants me to be, but I am not.” He smiled, “I know that now. Thank you for not killing me when I tried to attack you.” I la

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

I won’t! “That was smart”, I heard Solomon’s voice, a soft, fatherly smile dancing on his lips. “You sealed your magic to the men you love”, he continued. Of course, I should have known that I could not do a spell such as that for him not to notice – after all, he was a Witch King. “I do not know what to do”, I said, genuinely confused still, agitated, and fearful. Their trip was ridden with dangers, but even if they both survived, another issue, an ever-present issue, awaited us. Can I really love both? And if not, who do I choose??

They were walking and most of the Lycans began to smell the witch strongly and were looking at her with great hatred and wished to kill her or burn her alive so that they would recover from her and the witches, but no one could move or do anything because it was the orders of the witches. They reached the podium and Ka Ayden was sitting here and watched them approaching him. Ayden stood from his place and said with a wide and sarcastic smile at the same time as he looked at the witch, but directed his talk to Adrian: I asked you to die any magician from the kingdom of wizards, but you what did you do! You brought someone from the witches' royal family? Well done Adrian, you always surprise m

She is what African people call Imbokodo, a rock, solid, and unbreakable. The king on the other hand is like one of those men that are fed love portion so that they behave like programmed robots that never seen anything wrong with the master’s requests. He listens to anything and everything his mother says then do exactly as he is told. Even a fool knows that no one can bewitch a royal except for another royal but he never sees that now since he is under a spell. It is said that the prince and princess of the land were killed because they were the ones chosen to defeat a diplomatic witch that lived on the land. That was their purpose, to defeat the witch and bring back the former king. From

------------- King Albert" Half of my soldiers come with me. I kiss my wife on her forehead, then say goodbye. Her worried face was visible, I held her hand then squeezed it, I assured her that everything was fine. Using our horses we go back to the place of the mountain where the giants and the dwarfs were living. I'm sure by now and they were waiting for me. I looked into the witches that were in front of us. I bought a lot of them so we could open the shield as soon as possible. So I could return to my family as soon as possible as well. Yet, I have to talk to the king of dwarf first if he has something to help us from looking at my granddaughter Lyca. -------------- Anistela" "I found hi

The black thread made it hard to discern against the also black fabric. "Family crest? What is he important or something?" I laughed at the thought. "He's the eldest son of the vampire king. Do you see a prince as important?" Beth looked unamused as I stared at her wide eyed.

Alexi couldn't help but laugh. Nicholas was bending over, laughing, as he said, "I know. The smell of the Trolls and Goblins was awful. It was fun to see the fairies knock down the trolls like dominoes." Alexi asks perplexedly, "Are we insane to laugh about this war?" A witch stands over the slightly wounded body of King William in the tunnels of the castle, chanting spells to keep him alive. His neck was not fully severed, he was barely alive. When the witch had the king's breathing under control, she used magic to bring him out of the tunnels and into the land of the witches. The death of witches for their powers was a punishment he had to pay for.

His fingers twitched. He was coming back. “Stop!” I screamed. The witches turned. The one in the centre was ancient. Her skin was like parchment. Her eyes were black pits. This was the blood witch. Octavia. “You came,” she said. Her voice was dust and death. “I did not think you would. Most children run from their father’s resurrection.” “Let him go. Let him rest.” “Oh, he will rest. After he destroys you. After he proves that defying the Council was a mistake.” She smiled with too many teeth. “The ritual is nearly complete. Another minute. Maybe two. And Marcus Steele will rise.”

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.