The Witches Daughter Novels & Stories

Dante immediately went to get them and brought them to my office. Lidya, the Queen of witches and my mother's best friend walked in with her daughter, Morgan Behind her. “You seem brighter today” Lidya commented as she walked over and took a seat. She had white hair with dark black eyes which always felt like they were staring into my soul. She moved with such grace but yet, I knew how powerful she was. Her and her daughter were a force to be reckoned with. Her powers were slowly being transferred to her daughter who was the next Queen of witches so she wasn't as strong as she was when my mother was alive.

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

She wanted to make her son very powerful so she sought the help of the witches to do so. The witches agreed to help her but they warned her that Damien was too young to undergo the experiment they wanted to carry out on him. It is no news that The witches have always wanted to create an army for themselves. The witches created werewolves hoping that they would make an army to fight their battles against other mythical creatures and vampires. They wanted to take over the world by using the werewolves as their army but the werewolves turned against them. They were unable to stand against them and build forces against the witches.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart. She felt stronger the moment she gulped down the contents of the bottle. It was a success, and she smiled at her. "I heard you've got a fiancé and another daughter, Violet. Congratulations," said Qontessah. “Thank you,” she replied. "That's why I prepared another present for you. When you leave, Xander will give it to you." "I appreciate your concern." "Not a problem," she said, looking at them all, "you may now return to your respective homes and complete your tasks, or else there will be dire consequences."

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

while its retractable wings pulled back to a size of a pigeon. “It’s livestock, Siegfried. The human will eat it later.” “We can kill the human now, if you wished it, Mistress.” “I know the girl. She is the daughter of the fishmonger at the foot of the hillside–” The witch and her now several lackeys swayed their heads and the detached, petrified limbs altogether to the rumbling snoozing. “Huh? Hee-hee-hee,” the cherub morphed from the cupid’s arrow brush, a ubiquitous weed, again stared imploringly to its mistress. The swollen fingers tapping each other.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

Her gray hair hung in greasy ropes around a face that might have been pretty once, before whatever dark magic she practiced ate away at her youth. "Celeste Hartwell," she cackled, stirring something thick and black in a cauldron that bubbled over a fire that burned without wood. "Beta's daughter. What brings you to my humble home?" I stepped carefully around bones scattered on the floor, trying not to think about what animals they might have come from. Or whether they were from animals at all. "I need your help," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I need to find someone." "Find someone?" The witch's laugh was like grinding glass. "Child, I can find anyone, anywhere, as long as they still draw