The Witcher Novel Novels & Stories

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

We sink our teeth in, and he yells in pain as he kicks us off. "Who dares." He turns and glares at us. “Isolde, finish the spell. I’ll deal with this interruption.” He shifts into his wolf and runs towards us. We growl and run towards him as well. Isolde Estelle Verde we call! The witch screams as Zeus jumps on her. I shift my gaze back to Rivk wolf, who’s before me. He leans in to bite my neck, but I dodge him. I jump on him, pinning him to the ground, but he kicks me off.

“It’s perfect, Jenna, just perfect.” Perfect. The End. Thank you so much for embracing the series. I hope you’re enjoying the Dalgaard’s as much as I’ve enjoyed writing about them. It warms my heart to hear your thoughts, so please don’t be shy to let me know what you think! Interested to know what Lorcan Dalgaard has been up to? Find out in Book 4 – The Bloody Alpha. Available now!

I didn’t prepare and foresee like a king would. Mistwalker wolves. I could have never thought of it. I could have never thought that a legendary tale, ones that only exist in books would follow Magnus to reclaim this throne. If I wasn’t expecting that, imagine the shock on my face when I saw Yeri—married to me. There hasn’t been enough time to process anything. Right now, I am seething with anger. My hands are twitching, my wolf is commanding me to bare out claws, to plunge lungs but I have to keep it at bay.

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the livings more than other elements, it will take away all oxygen in your body and around you it's a definite win if Lilan does it right. Though with immense worry for what damage w

*** 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.

Stevie cleared her throat and leaned forward to rest her forearms on the table. “I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to say what I think, okay? All the fairy tales about witches, vampires, werewolves, fae, and so on are true. Our grandfather was the one that founded the treaty with Randall Cane and Jackson’s father, to keep peace among the races. You’re a born witch from the Knox coven, descendent of Marcus Knox, who was the leader and founder of the Alaskan coven.” “Okay, but why did you freak out, about the dream?”