The Witches Daughter Novels & Stories

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

Adam had to quiet them down on the issue. "What did they request for?" Dean asked with a serious king-like face. "The witches we captured and have now released are witches that belong to a coven in Stadia. It's a coven in Hill Country. Their elements are wind and earth, so they are a Wind and Earth Coven." Adam started explaining. "The young witch is the daughter of their high priestess and was sent by her mother to scout for habitable land. The war has worn them out, and they need a place to recuperate." Adam said.

FLASHBACK It was the witches' annual festival. A time when the witches come together to have a special time together. Witches from far and near would come to earth witches coven to celebrate. It has always been a great year and a day to look forward to by a lot of the witches. A time to showcase your new skills and to learn more. It was also a time when the great book of the witches would be brought out and everyone gets to know what the next year's talks about. As usual, the head of the covens came together. Just a few hours to the time, when the great book of the witches will be brought out. Natasha was the head of all the covens present at that time. She was also a descendant of Amaya and

Stefan smiled. “The witches who invaded and are controlling the Matrix Pack sent someone to infiltrate the Council; the daughter of the alpha. The witches are looking for someone with a birthmark inked on her collarbone. I don't know what the birthmark looks like, but this girl appears to be important to them. Furthermore, I can give you a vivid description of what the daughter of the alpha of my pack looks like if you agree to be my alpha.”

West and Aurora had no trouble finding where Wendy and the other witches stayed. “My daughter is still alive. She’s at an orphanage in Ohio.” West said.

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

That person should be Wanda's own daughter, powerful enough to hold Wanda's essence. Witches lack empathy or emotions. The witches with emotions are deemed weak. All the Witches ever cared about was power. They only respect power. "Men are fickle. I already told you that. Then why this long face? Did I not teach you properly? Your anger will destroy you Mona. That's what happened now. You failed to serve your purpose and allowed your anger to rule your mind. I am dissapointed in you" that voice replied in a stoic tone, as if she is speaking with just another witch and not her own daughter.

Lucy added. “Thank you, Mama, Lucy,” Althea said, and my hand on her arm rubbed her skin gently. “And I have to tell you one more thing.” I could hear her heartbeat thudding loudly, and I was sure the others heard it, too, as their expressions showed the same thing. They were worried about what more Althea could say. “Witches don’t have mates. But my daughter is half-wolf, and I think… For some reason, our child is mated to Alastor.”

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.

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t