The Witch King Novels & Stories

"What about the witches? Isn't there a way to raise me back to life?" Lydia and Aurora gaped at him in horror. "Sebastian!" Aurora exclaimed lowly, "the witches are… forbidden!" "Anything, I'll do anything to get rid of this sickness," he growled, slamming his hands on the table, "I want my empire back. My cursed brother has robbed me of my entire inheritance and is ruling over my people and you wish for me to sit here and smile drinking filthy blood. No, no I will not succumb to that."

His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing. Eden descended the dais, aiming for Violet, but Curzon's eyes flared open and he jumped to his feet. "I'm the King of the Dead," he crowed. "You cannot kill me." He stood between Eden and Violet while Violet faded away. Reigniting Eden's magic had been too much for her. The little bit of strength she possessed was with him now. Eden saw her struggling. "Step aside," he commanded Curzon, lightning twisting around his arms up to his shoulders.

The past Lycan king, what was he doing here. He flung the witch, she crashed into the ground, double over and landed on her back. The former Lycan king struggled to his feet, lurching to me. He knelt before me. “Wolf king. You have to fight the poison or you will die here.” I eyed him hoping he could tell from my gaze they I wanted him to stop fighting. He would die at this rate, I didn’t need anyone dying in the hands of the witch again.

She didn't want to be exposed like this, not in front of someone that despised her. "My Mate, and your Queen." He snarled at her. An aura of power radiated off of him, his essence making Chelsea tremble before him. Was this the power of the Werewolf King? "Get out." He growled down at her. She fumbled to regain her composure as she fled with her tail between her legs, slamming the door behind her.

Royals are snakes, truly! The king believed his daughter had a stubborn fault which needed to be corrected, choosing the humiliation as a weapon to end up the princess's craze for the throne, the king was indeed too cruel to not see that it was his daughter he was hurting so bad. How could a father do this to his own daughter? "I wish you heavy luck, Princess Rosemary Jen." The step brother bowed to the princess while standing a step behind the king with his mother, as soon as the princess was leaded in front of the king...

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

Luther folds his arms over his chest. I slide a little closer to him, my arms stretching worse than before. “ Then? ” “ Your former King sent them. The people who came to kill all those witches were your King’s guards. If I had intervened, this would have started another war between us and I hate wars. ” He hums thoughtfully. This doesn’t surprise me at all. I knew this already. King Desias got those witches killed because they had began to conspire against him and his mate to confiscate their power. But until the very end, Charlotte thought it was the rebel packs like the Alpha King wanted her to think.

"They are led by two figures. A witch, they call her the Weaver, a woman who walks with the fog and speaks to the ravens. And her champion. A wolf." He looked up, his eyes wide with a vision that would haunt him for the rest of his life. "He is not just a man, my King. He is a giant, a beast of a man with eyes like burning coals. They say he is merciless, that he feels no pain, that he is the living embodiment of the Weaver's will."

He turned around as soon as he heard the click of the door. "Greetings, his Majesty. You called for me?" Lenn asked, bowing at him. The king sighed. He thought for several moments trying to formulate the words. He looked tired. "You might now know about the upcoming war." He looked at Lenn who nodded. The King took another pause and continued, "This isn't going to be a normal war with weapons." "Isn't the Dark Lord a human, his Majesty?" Lenn asked, being bemused. "He was never a human Lenn, nor can be said of any creature, who doesn't have any heart. To answer your question, he is a witch. Black witch." The King replied.

the weird king bragged. The witches had now formed a half-circle as they stood behind their king. They didn't stop their chants until the weird king raised his hand high up in the air. And the instant his hand went up, the witches stopped their incantations immediately. And the noise as well as the pain in Darius and Adolf’s heads stopped immediately. The two friends were on the ground in kneeling positions. Darius was already spitting up blood and his eyes were as green as ever. He had tried to shift into a wolf but the spells had trapped his wolf inside of him.