The Witches Road Novels & Stories

Through the bomb at her' Dave instructed. 'Right, we cannot wait for our queen to come and save our asses every time. We vowed to protect the queen, so we need to deal with these witches on our own and make our queen proud' Mavis said. The three of them are strong warriors. Last time they were completely defenseless against the witches, because they were not expecting Nathan to betray them like the way he did. 'Right. Keep an eye on him' Dave reminded them. Creed dissappeared into thin air. That's the invisible wall that leads inside the Witch town. A barrier which the wolves cannot cross.

Trees themselves leap out of my way and then move back as I work as hard as I can to get to the witches before anything is able to go wrong. As I run, I keep a firm connection to the Earth so that I can tell where any witches might be hiding. In all I spot groups about every 10 miles along the quickest route from my father's pack to mine. They were bound to get caught by at least one of the groups before they reached safety. One group they could most likely take on, any more than that would be near impossible. As I reach a river I slow down slightly. There are witches placed in each direction, upstream and downstream. Shadowing myself, I use my connection to the water running through the riv

'Addanc, that is his name and he identified himself when he blocked our path. 'What about the good witches, how many survived the attack? ' Like Tamara, I wanted to understand every single thing about this story. I mean I was beginning to accept the fact that he might still exist. What I failed to connect was how Addanc knew Tamara and why he would ask for her womb. There was no explanation in my mind whatsoever as to how he even knew about her being my mate. 'Only four survived, two wizards and two witches including the high priestess and they later became couples, they were blessed with one child each, a boy and a girl. ' He further explained, watching closely as I took in the information.

On the stroke of midnight when the witches were gathered around the lawn of the mansion in the coven, the candles were illuminated on each corner giving a bright look. All the witches and warlocks were gathered. There were only three wolves. Debrah, Vlora and Crystal stood together with Travolta. Weston stood along with all the witches and warlocks to make a circle around Pidge who was laying on the middle in a rug...her eyes closed. She was given the relaxing sleep herbal tea made by Leticia. They began the chanting and after a minute the wind blew harshly...the leaves ruffled beneath the dark sky. They could hear the whistle through the cool air. In the distance, they heard the crying of t

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

Even if she had wanted to, Merlin doubted that she could speak, as the tale Aunt May told her stunned her into silence. The Cottard witches were the oldest and most powerful of the witches in the bayou, their history and heritage filled with secrets and legends, that were passed down through the generations. One such legend told of a witch, born to each generation, who had the power to control all the elements of nature, unlike most witches, who can only manipulate one. There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers.

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.

Cordelia tells me. I pause the car in the middle of the road and look back at Cordelia. “A left where,” I ask. There is nothing but dense forest beside the road. “Trust me,” Cordelia responds. “It is there.” The other three witches in the car nod their heads. Sucking in my breath, I turn off the road and prepare to hit the trees, but the vehicle moves through the trees like mist. The forest around us disappears, and there is a tower standing in the middle of the forest.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

His silence, his hesitation, the way he defended that woman… it replayed in my mind like an open wound. The vial of the wolfsbane extension pressed against my hip. I needed something stronger. Something irreversible. The forest swallowed me as I moved deeper into the shadows. Branches clawed at my cloak, and owls hooted overhead, but I pressed on, guided by memory and hunger. At last, the trees opened into a clearing where the ground was scorched black in a perfect circle. The air buzzed here, charged with old magic. The witches had been waiting. Three of them emerged from the mist. Hooded figures with faces pale as bone and eyes like burning coals. Their voices whispered as one: