The Witches Daughter Novels & Stories

I looked to my right and saw a woman in her younger years and a little boy walking side by side. The woman stopped to see me, then at the sorceress. Confused and with concern, she carried her child in her arms. "Yzreal, who is this?" "Young Lady, Christabel, this woman has come to see your father." So this woman is that bastard's daughter. I haven't seen Merkoff, but his daughter doesn't inherit the scum personality. "My father," the young woman pulls her attention to me. "I'm sorry, Miss…"

So Lucas did what many Alphas before him had sworn never to do. He went to something older than the Goddess. A creature exiled from the sacred wood, one who had once been a wolf and had bartered her soul for something darker. A witch. Neither living nor dead. She resided in a place where moonlight dared not reach. Lucas asked for a daughter. A daughter of beauty. Of power. Of charm. One who could one day lead. The witch listened, silent and still. And then she smiled. And granted his wish. But no gift from the dark comes without blood.

I knew that the witches had some tricks up their sleeves, but I never knew that they were capable of hiding someone right in sight from another. Quinn at that moment stepped forward towards the Dark Prince. I grabbed her hand not wanting her to get any closer to that monster. Quinn turned to me and said, “I have a plan now let go.” As she pulled her hand from mine and continued to move towards him. My eyes moved from Quinn back to the Dark Prince as I began to follow her towards them. His eyes had moved from mine and back to Tonya as he waited for her to answer him. “Yes, I am the daughter of a witch and a werewolf.” Tonya finally said to him, before she went off with that damn smart-ass mou

Her abilities will be strong enough to unite the witches and wolves in peace—otherwise, Fiona and her allies aim to subjugate the wolves,” Melisande explained. She took a sip of tea and reflected in silence. “Thirteen years ago, there was a wolf pack whose alpha’s mate had been chosen by the Moon Goddess—a witch. This witch possessed formidable powers. They lived in harmony, with both witches and wolves coexisting within the pack. They had a daughter who, despite being a hybrid, had an alpha-level presence that nature usually did not grant. Fiona and her witches annihilated that pack, eradicating everyone within it. However, there have been whispers that the alpha’s daughter survived and has

"You are not betraying her by mentioning her Familia. It is just- I have thought for quite a well and cannot just seem to know where to push her in. It is like she is a whole different being." "Because she is," Achilles replied, his face still blank. "Could you explain that?" The male sighed, looking away as he gripped the rails of the balcony tighter. "She is not someone you want to mess with" "So the rumours about her are true? That she IS a pharmakis?" Witches were said to be descendants of the three Furies who were known to be evil, had powers beyond humanly possible and only caused chaos wherever they went. If anyone was suspected to be a witch, they were avoided like the plague.

The silence that followed was suffocating, thick with the weight of what we all knew but couldn’t say aloud. The witches wanted our daughter. And they would stop at nothing to take her.

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

“Be careful.” “What?” He smiled at me as if I hadn’t said a word. “Can this be found in the pack?” He shook his head at my question. “Such strong substance which contains magic in them can’t be found in Crystal Fall Pack. The only witch in the pack was the late Luna. Oh!” He snapped his fingers. “There’s another witch in the pack.” “Who?” “The daughter of the late Luna.” I felt the air get stuck in my throat as if I was being suffocated.

"There was something about a child… according to Mama, the witch and the werewolf had a daughter." Weldon inquired, "Do you remember anything about this daughter of theirs?" He seemed eager for any information. "Not much," Thorin confessed. "Only that she is half witch, half werewolf. Mama said there were a lot of speculations. These were rumors." His brows furrowed. Weldon rubbed the bridge of his nose, his brows furrowing as he racked his memory. "Let me think." A few moments of silence passed, and then Weldon let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping. "I can't recall any mention of a family being exiled."

The girl in the middle licked her lips as she rubbed her sore wrists and then said, “ We were born here.” Only then did Levy realise that these witches were actually the daughters of Daniella’s uncle! ----------- please leave a review if you like the story.