The Witcher Novel Novels & Stories

~EPIOLGY~ I hope you all have enjoyed reading The Alphas Witch. This is the first book in the series 'The Alphas'. I hope you will all join me in the next adventure,'The Alphas Secret Luna', where the 3rd generation of magic, William Harris, will take over the New Moon Rising pack and Harris Enterprises. While learning to control his powers and figure out how to capture his reluctant Luna's heart. Of course, we will not forget about our original cast of characters. They will need to help and guide William along his journey and put an end to the black market selling of pups. I looked forward to creating another world for you all to explore. Thank you all so much for your support and follows!

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

"We have been reading in the old books while you were gone. There are stories in there about vǫlur getting help from a thurse and stories of storms that made ships sink and fog that made warriors lose their way. I found nothing in our own scripts… and I didn't find anything about the dark one" "I remembered that the Malleus Maleficarum has some chapters about witches creating storms. But none of them had anything usable or true for that matter. I tried looking for something that fits with what Soleil told about the dark one, but it is like searching for a needle in a stack of hay in that book. So we still don't know what we are up against and what it has to do with Soleil". Gudrun looks up f

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

"Did you just say you're two hundred and five years old? Two hundred and five?!" "Well, yes. Werewolves are immortal, didn't you know that?" "Of course not. How am I supposed to know if no one tells me?" He moves back to his seat. "There are stories about werewolves and vampires, and witches, and mermaids, and dragons, and a whole lot of other creatures in your world though." "You think we believe those stories? They're just fantasies, I still don't know if this is just one of those fantasies acting out in my dreams or if this is reality," she says.

“Unfortunately, I can’t be close to the pack anymore since Ilya died at Kai’s hand. So I am uncertain how we’ll know what they’re planning for us.” At this, Marle chuckles lightly. “Oh, there’s no need to worry, love. Why do you think I am here? The council has chosen me to be the new BloodCrest witch,” she says with glee, while Vanya tries and fails to keep her shock at bay. This is where everything started going downhill; Dimitri, the parasites, the deaths…Is there something here I’m supposed to see? “You’ll have a better handle on what goes on in the pack now,” Vanya swallows hard. “That’s a brilliant move.”

“Tell her we will help.” “Okay.” The Good Witch bent over and told her and she cried white tears. “She said she will wait here for us but we gotta hurry before the predators get to her.” The witch went into her cottage and grabbed a water sack. She filled it with the pond water and handed it to Isabella's father. Then they headed to the fire berry tree to see if they could pick up on the girls trail. Isabella found a wad of grey fur and the witch cast a spell called illuminate on the paw prints. They followed the trail past the fire hill of the fire fairies. That's when they heard the sound of the growling wolves. They had surrounded something. It was up in a tree. The Good Witch cast a fear

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

"It can't be possible. I would have known right away." If she was Yonaiah's daughter, I would have known. I was the Alpha's son for heaven's sake! She hissed and placed a hand in her waist, while the other was crossed over her eyes. I suddenly started to feel stressed out. Aeryah started to whisper some unintelligible words which I realized immediately, that they were the spells of a witch. And as she did so, something started to nudge at me. I frowned as my eyes shifted into that of my wolf's, and suddenly, I could see her in a new light.

She relaxed beneath my gaze and her lips twitched into a small smile. "What is a hellhound? Why haven't you ever told me about... well, this?" She seemed unsure of what she wanted to ask. "I have told you before. I'm afraid of scaring you, El. You've not been exposed to a lot of things," I sighed seeing her clearly unhappy with my answer," it is... a lot of different things. The creation of a fire witch and an alpha wolf. It doesn't mean that I was always going to end up this way, it's just how fate decided."