The Witch King Novels & Stories

"I have no idea who this Leonidas is, but whoever he is, he'll pay in blood. I will make him regret his actions. I won't let him get away with Casandra's death." I nodded in agreement, my own sorrow turning into determination. "We can't let him go unpun—" Before I could complete my sentence, the witch interrupted me with a question. "pardon my interruption but Is this Leonidas you speak of, the same person I think it is?" she began, curiosity etched in her expression. I faced the witch, my own curiosity also piqued. "Who do you think we're talking about?" The witch's reply was delivered with calmness. "The Lycan King of the North."

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

" she trailed off. "The queen of what?" Lucia asked, as hair began to grow on her body, while long claws popped out. "The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your dare mother dare not speak to me in the manner which you have spoken to me," she said and brought out a long staff. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the witch shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia.

"Alpha Luther, this is the witch that dared to trespass on our—" The slam of an opening door cut off his voice, and everyone's attention was drawn to the three men who barged inside. One of them, a brunette, looking like the younger and more handsome version of the king, walked forward. He was flanked by two others—a blonde guy with the face of an angel and a dangerous gleam in his eyes, and an intimidating, bulky guy with long hair tied in a ponytail. "Father, rogues attacked our borders, and yet you waste your time bullying a frightened girl?!" the brunette exclaimed. "With all due respect, Prince Tyrion, a witch from the coven can be much more dangerous than a bunch of rogues," said the d

He runs his fingers through his hair, frustration building up in his face, "I didn't lie to you, Amelia. I didn't break your heart. I didn't ruin your life. I saved you, Amelia." "Saved me?" "I saved you from a terrible fate. I saved you from the war. I saved you from the hunters. I saved you from the king." "The king?" I asked, confused. "What king? What are you talking about?" "The king of the wizards and witches, Amelia. The most powerful and dangerous wizard in the world. The one who wants to destroy all the werewolves. The one who wants to destroy you. The one who wants to destroy us." "What do you mean? Why would he want to destroy us? What have we ever done to him? All you do is lie,

- I would have spent less energy than on the king of vampires. - Lord?! - the witch was horrified, throwing up her hands. Verinia saw him only once, and, to be honest, she barely escaped then. Since then, the mere mention of the king would make the old woman break into a cold sweat. But it became clear why the blond looked so shabby and tired. “I need to hide it and put it in order,” Tristan explained, nodding his head at his burden. - Yes, so that the Lord doesn’t stick his nose here.

I didn't figure out that a place to live safely is one of the things he would appreciate most. "You said that our quest is a bad idea. That it would be unsuccessful. What do you know about the Witchelms that makes you so afraid?" I question. He halts and lowers his voice. "None of the people who have gone after the witch and her coven have come back. You know what happened to King Alodias of Plorvis and his army?" I shake my head. I didn't know King Alodias of Plorvis went after the devious witch. I had assumed that he was one of her loyal allies.

The artificial lamps flickered as a force of darkness gathered at the center of the hall, twisting into a spiraling mass. A heartbeat later, the darkness dispersed. Seven figures stood in its place…the witches had arrived. They shifted back into their human forms and immediately fell to their knees before the King. “We hail the King, our leader, our protector,” they chanted in unison, their voices echoing through the vast chamber. “You may rise,” the King commanded. The witches obeyed, but their expressions were grim. Rosa, the great healer and obey of the King’s warrior and a magician, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with irritation. “How dare you wear such faces before the King?” she sn

The witch asked for his love, to take her as his wife and show her the royal life. “I have lived in the woods in makeshift shacks for too long. Please uplift me from this poverty, and I will be yours forever, faithful and resourceful." The king didn’t waste a breath in accepting her proposal. They got married in no time, and she became the apple of his eye. But the king was never the same ever since he got attacked by the beast. He thought it was a giant wolf that attacked him but he never got to see it clearly. His body was changing and so was his temper. Many people believed that it was the witch that was casting spells on him to keep him under her control.

The House of Reign was blessed to be leaders of the witch kind, to end it altogether would bring a curse on my people. " I will take your silence for a yes, My Great witch," he replied mockingly, swishing his hand carelessly in the air. I should have ripped his heart out of his chest, good for nothing piece of- "If you are done insulting me inside your little mind, I suggest you give us what we want, you ugly old hag," King Rodrick rumbled, standing up to his full height, unintentionally revealing his potbelly. I looked at the "we" he was talking about.