The Witch Left 4 Dead 2 Novels & Stories

’ Lela spoke, and I suddenly felt a bit of hope. ‘Where?’ I asked, trying to understand where my help was coming from. ‘Far left.’ Lela directed me. I started looking around, pretending to be worried. I had been worried throughout my life, making it was easy to pretend. As my eyes had made it to the left side of the small clearing we were standing in, I saw the vampire that was standing closest to the trees quickly be pulled back behind the trees. No sounds were made, but I knew that the vampire was dead. Brett’s head came in to view briefly and we made eye contact. He held up four fingers. Since he had dispatched one of the vampires, there were still two left, along with the three witches.

His legs ruined. But he was still breathing. Barely. I Looked at the others. “Get ready, we leave in a few minutes,” I said. Then I turned back to the witch. "Kill him"

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me. Victor collapsed onto the floor, defeated. I spoke again. "Ancient texts mention one other path: drawing a lot before the ancestral graves. If the ancestors agree, Julian, as the last heir to bear the punishment, could have his curse transferred to his son. "Eighteen years would be enough time for you to find another witch." "But this method severely damages one's soul. Transferring a debt you should repay onto your own descendants will trigger a backlash. As for how severe... I cannot say."

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

He didn’t speak again once we walked through the portal, and we separated. After speaking with Amy and Alpha Nico about Casadaga it occurred to me that he was right, if there are any witches left there, I may need help in capturing them, I can’t kill them but the werewolves can. When he gathered Alpha Bryce, Russ, Steve and Beta Winton and explained to them what we needed to do, they were all onboard, but Russ, who normally stands next to me was now standing next to Bryce and Steve, leaving Beta Winston next to me.

He nodded his head in an appealing manner. “Fuck! Alright, as long as you are not leaving this pack then no problem,” Axel said giving up. “Thank you,“ I said before placing a peck on his cheeks in an appreciative manner. “So, Tiffany, What can you remember,” Jackob asked in a serious manner and I started to spill everything I could remember. “I think I know that place, it's sounding familiar to Grimwood cottage, where the white witch lives,” Jackob said, a smug look on his face.

Mira asked as she sat down closer to her friend. Alicia looked at her with a curious gaze, the look on Mira's face gave away that whatever she was about to tell her would be big news. "No, I have not. Tell me." Alicia said to her friend as she stared at her with clear interest. "Well, the war is over. Turns out the werewolves won, and the witches surrendered simply because they were a fucking lot stronger than we'll ever be and we are dying for no reason so they believed it was better to surrender, the alpha of the werewolves will soon take over the throne." Mira said and all the blood drained from Alicia's face.

"I killed you... I killed you..." If only his regret had come sooner, perhaps we could have truly been the fated mates we were meant to be. But it all came far too late. I was dead now, and my spirit was slowly fading. Nothing they said could ever reach me. But I could not reconcile years of pain, nor the despair of being left to die by my own mate. Marcus watched it all without a hint of sympathy. "Take them away," he ordered his men. "The Alpha King awaits to judge these two sinners."

He smiled wearing gloves on his hand, he brought out a silver chain and I shivered knowing the pain I'll receive. He brought out a substance and I couldn't move or process any thought, I couldn't believe I was staring at what I've always heard about, he injected the wolfsbane on the silver chain, then he turned to me with a smile, I now understand why he promised me twenty hits and a painful death, he was using what will kill me. "Now make sure you count with me, if you don't, I'll start again." He said grabbing my hair, I winced in pain immediately he hit me.