The Witches Daughter Novels & Stories

She was worried about the future of her daughters. “Mommy. Where are we going?” Four years old Sabrina asked. Lilith Michael was the mother of the five powerful dark witches and she was leaving town with all of them. Other witches suggested that they should leave Weston Hills because of some reasons that they were yet to uncover. A woman stormed into the house, it was Dania the woman who helped those witches trap Edmond in the unbinding. “It is done. Edmond is gone.” Dania smiled but Lilith didn't give a fuck.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

I knew what I had to do, father was right, in order to become the ultimate King of the Alpha’s, I needed to seduce his daughter. “The witches are taking place down in the great room. There is a total of 13 of us.” Again, I nodded, I really hated Rhoda, she was full of dark magic, and evil to the core. Having her in my office literally made my skin crawl. I liked to call her magic for hire, because she would do nearly anything for a buck, and although our pack was relatively poor, she knew the wealth of the European packs and securing Bridgette as my mate was as much in her interest as it was mine.

"Are they also expecting me and my second piece? I mean, this other people who are aware of the prophecy?" "No. They're looking for a way to destroy it because it will bring an end to their evil." "Who are they?" "The three witches were known as the daughters of Ra. Their names were withheld when their father took away their divine powers and cast them into darkness. Somehow they found a lost soul of a son to a father who dwelt on the evil and built their home there, harnessing powers by feeding on innocence." Lana was trying hard not to assume things. However, what Alpha Raven was telling her sounded familiar. She has witnessed such evil and darkness, and it dwelt deep in the pack of the Pu

The witches began dragging her away from me, her frightened eyes meeting mine as she struggled against their hold. “Wait! Leave her alone!” I screamed, desperation lacing my voice. One of the witches, the one with dark, matted hair, turned to me with a sinister smirk. “Who do you think you are to command us?” she sneered. “This girl is a lapha’s daughter, and her blood will make us stronger.” Her voice dripped with malice, and my heart pounded at the filth of her confession. My mind raced, the implications of her words twisting in my gut.

Hecate, the Goddess of Witches, seemed to be obsessed with me. "Bold of you to assume I’d ever willingly come back here. Also, if I am not wrong, I am the daughter of Gamma Celeriac. The person who hates you," I shot back. Her eyes widened as if I had hit a nerve. Her eyes darkened, but...

The king's mother was a witch , witches had no men ,they had to mate with humans to bring offsprings ,the male children were only blessed with the blood of a witch ,but the female children had not just the blood but power . " Years ago before the great war of Alexandria , Queen Cora known as Isis had a daughter , Nikita, as brave as her mother. Goddess Isis wanted us to live like normal humans ,we had no king and we were treated like toys by the humans ,always being used for one thing or the other. So she struck a deal with the King ,as the strongest and most powerful witch ,she could see the future. She informed the king about the great war and promised to lead them to victory if the witche

The captured rogues flinched, their heads bowing lower as if trying to make themselves invisible. “Enough,” Father commanded, his tone like a whip crack. Marc and Cole stilled though their eyes burned with a murderous fire. “Tell me about this Blood Witch.” Rodney shifted uncomfortably, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on. “The Blood Witch… she’s Brodie,” he said finally. “Brodie is Darius’ daughter, just like Kree and Beatrice. They’re half-sisters.” “How did you get involved with the Blood Witches?”

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

I was facing a coven of witches. "Do you know why you're here?" The woman who'd spoken before stepped forward. She was older, maybe fifty, with iron-gray hair and eyes that held no mercy whatsoever. "I don't—" My voice came out hoarse. "I don't know what you want. I haven't done anything—" "LIAR!" The word exploded from her with enough force to make me flinch. Magic crackled around her hands, dangerous and barely controlled. "You killed her," she continued, her voice dropping to something more deadly than shouting. "You and that pathetic excuse for a doctor. You killed Elara's daughter."