The Witches Daughter Novels & Stories

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”

I cried and tried to get out of his strong grip, but it was impossible. "I just want to hug her goodbye." I pleaded but he was not budging. "Dec please, I'll just only watch her leave, I promise not to touch her." Tears streamed down my face. Declan had heard the news of a congregation of wolves and a coven of Witches joining forces to find our daughter, they did not know her, but the person they had described was exactly my daughter. A Witch had seen a vision, something about the prophecy and those that were against would do anything to prevent it from being fulfilled. I did not understand it, but somehow my daughter was in the middle of it all and her life was in danger.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

Their eyes were dull, and their skin was a sickly gray. I grabbed the shoulders of a high-ranking warrior I recognized. His face was haggard, his hands trembling. “What happened?” I demanded. He coughed, a weak, rattling sound. “The witches... the dark enchantress... she is on a rampage. She’s taking them. She’s taking everyone’s wolves.” He gripped my hand with a strength that surprised me, his eyes wide with fear. “She is going to start the ritual here. She was holding two children...twins…”

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

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.

Then she said, "Dedusa is an evil witch who seeks to become immortal." "I'm sorry, dear, but I still don't comprehend. An evil witch usually resides in a human body. How could she possibly enter our daughter? Are you protecting this witch? Has someone cast a manipulative spell to control our daughter like a puppet?" My anger surged as I questioned, ready to confront anyone attempting to use my daughter as a vessel. I hoped my mate wasn't concealing information about the puppeteer, and I suspected that Dedusa might be a witch.

And when the enemy rose—an alliance of rogue wolves protected by dark magic—they rose together. They won. By dawn, the battlefield was silent except for the dying groans of the defeated. The witches hidden within the enemy ranks were dragged out, killed, their bodies falling lifeless into the mud. All except one. She crawled from beneath the corpses, her black hair tangled with blood, her hands shaking as she clutched something small to her chest. A child. Her daughter. Dead. A silver blade lay buried in the girl’s tiny chest—Silvercrest steel. The witch’s scream split the air.