The Witch Left 4 Dead 2 Novels & Stories

A male witch came racing into the room, magic buzzing around him. With a growl, Joel leapt off the table and tackled him to the ground. The next one to come in, Gail hit by the latch of the leash. The witch gasped, holding his now bleeding cheek and eyes wide. Gail swung the leash over her head, muttering the incantation, and hit the witch again, knocking him out. A third witch came racing in, followed by a fourth. Joel took one and Gail grabbed her bat, swinging it at the other one. She missed, and the witch hit her with a ball of energy.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet. She looked back at Zeke, laying, barely conscious, on the ground in his human form, and she felt her heart wrench at the sight. She should have warned him or tried harder to stop him and her guilt fiueled the anger inside her. Turning back to the black wolf and facing him she noted that three more of his kind had skulked from the shadows and now surrounded her on all sides.

Some tried to help us, only to be killed by the witch instantly. I needed to rip her heart out of her chest. I silently made my way forward just as she cackled, clapping her hands together. All I saw was Alpha Jackson's wolf impaled from all sides. The last thing I saw was his wolf’s eyes widening before the witch opened her hands, tearing his body to pieces.

She steps closer, hand resting on her stomach, the other reaching for mine. “What happened,” she asks. I take her hand and bring it to my lips briefly—not romance, not comfort, but a promise made physical. “The Witch opened a breach near Marrowfen,” I tell her. “Three dead. Two taken.” Elara’s face pales. “Taken into the Veil?” “Yes.” Her wolf stirs; I can feel it in the way her scent shifts—protective, alert. “And Garrick,” I add. Her eyes narrow. “What about him.”

After 5 minutes of vicious spells and spilled blood of the witches, all the nine witches ended up dead without any of them having to do anything. Dale, Creed and thd others were watching everything with surprise. Some times, fighting with brain is necessary when you cannot fight them with brawn. "Now drag them into that pile and lit fire. Only their ashes can counter this soth. Only then is this soth be erased" Kyra instructed the rogues. Without wasting time, all the rogues dragged the witches into the pile of dead leaves and twigs which Kyra gathered earlier and lit fire. "Add more wood. Don't let this fire put out untill only the ashes of these witches are left. Once its done, cover this

That left one. The last witch—the one on the right—realized this was her only chance. Her lips curled in a snarl as she raised her hands, crackling with dark energy. “Death to all wolves!” she screeched. She lunged. Raven reacted on instinct. She swiped out with her claws, slashing the witch’s stomach. A sickening tear filled the air as blood spurted from the deep wound. The witch stumbled back, clutching at the gash, her face twisted in pain.

Standing at the front of a thousand witches I was a bit scared staring at the eyes of everyone who looked at me. "Today marks the end of a chapter and the beginning of a book, we lost four of our witches today including our past Queen mother. The rouge pack has dropped a milestone on us and have shuffled the reins of our foundation and strength. We stand together to place them in peace as they rest on and to give them a second chance at life above, with us or down below us. Rest on Soldiers" She dropped the fire touch on their bodies as we all chanted the death song, everyone was pissed and thirsty for revenge.

With those items, they could’ve made a spell to locate them. Damn it. He thought they cleaned up good. “Kill!” We will, Dire. We’ll kill them all. The air crackled. Two witches appeared in front of him—white hair and dark red eyes. These had warts on their faces like the one from days ago. But these witches’ warts were scattered all over their face, giving them a polka dot look that disgusted Maddox down to the bones.

I said and I didn't finish when I heard an explosion and suddenly I saw another witch, the power I felt from her was stronger and it made me scared, I thought I was done by killing the witch I killed earlier, but I was wrong, that witch I killed earlier wasn't the one I should've aimed for, it was just the base this was the master and she was angry. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I swore. "What is it Uncle?" Dean asked and I sighed. "We need to leave now, there's an angry witch and she is doing a spell." I said as I saw her with my supersight. "I thought you killed her?" Dean asked. "I did too, but this is another." I said. "Everyone get up, let's go." Karl shouted and the warriors ran away. They didn'