This Witch Of Mine Novels & Stories

but damn! I've rolled onto my side, groaning when a familiar face appears in front of mine. There is a faint glow around her head, like sunlight filtered through tree leaves. Her silver hair is filthy and knotted and her face is covered in dirt. But there is no mistaking the brilliant blue eyes of Esme the Witch. I've never been so happy to see a Witch. "That was the dumbest thing I've ever seen," she says, "You two walked right into the most unoriginal trap ever."

Tried to help that witch. I turned myself in human first; snatched some clothes from the nearest tent. As I walked towards her, she offered me her beautiful smile. "Do you want something," she didn't know me. I gave my soul for her, and she didn't know my name; it hurts. Before I said anything, I saw that witch coming out. It made me angry as I lifted her body; held her neck in my hand, "Why did you bring her here," I screamed, "What are you talking about," Accalia purred,

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

She spoke in between gritted teeth. The dwarf witch laughed again, this time louder and maliciously. “I am the great witch of the seven oceans. I’ve lived alone in this coven for a thousand years. There’s nothing impossible for me to do, except if it’s the will of the formidable gods and goddesses. You yearned for the love of the Alpha of the Silver Crust Pack for so long, but he’s not your mate, and his destiny doesn’t lie with you, but…” The dwarf witch stopped and stared coldly at her, making Imelda curious and anxious.

My voice sounded firm and warm. She looked at me and waved her head.“If you know who I am, will you still accommodate me?” I went still for a while, just looking at her. What if I’ve harbored the enemy? Man, that would be very bad. "Who are you? I cannot decide anything by just guessing. “ She smiled at my courage. "I am a witch from the Siki forest. I was wounded by a wolf with black Magic called Slyvia”... I frowned immediately, that Slyvia again. Why is she not dead?

But to my surprise, she tossed me a sly smile and hissed, “Yes.” “Well, where is she?” I prodded. The witch held up her finger and wagged it at me. “My information isn’t free.” Stupid witch. “Sure. Fine. Name your price. I’m the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. I have lots of money.” “I know who you are,” she said, locking her eyes on mine once again. Her eyes were strange and deep, like liquid. It made me feel uneasy. “I don’t want your money.”

“Your line still breeds arrogance like a disease.” “Keep walking,” Draven said, voice soft. “See how that works out.” “Peace, Alpha,” the witch cooed, lifting one pale hand. The air tightened; wolves grunted as unseen pressure pressed their chests. “I didn’t come for you. I came for what your grandsire stole.” Kade’s jaw flexed. “Name it.” The witch’s smile widened. “The bride’s oath. The fairy pact. Moonfire bound to a human womb.” Her eyes flicked to Lillieth. “Her mother hid the last ember in this one. Clever woman. Terrible mother.”

Maybe I deserve the punishment. Just then, the witch appeared, as if she had been summoned just by my thinking of her. Her cackles filled the air when she saw my writhing body on the ground, my face scrunched up in intense pain. Rebecca Crosgrove. The witch who placed this soul aching chrse on me. “Well, well, if it isn’t the most powerful alpha lying in the dirt.” She grinned as if the situation amused her, her eyes glinting with wicked delight.

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

Something was not right. “Read it in secret and master all the spells for your protection,” she said. “Witches and warlocks will hunt you from today. Your age is ripe.” Her eyes were full of unshed tears as she muttered those words I didn’t even understand. She caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead, and her warm lips stayed there for a few seconds. Before I could ask about my age being ripe, she continued. “You are a white witch, Agatha. The most powerful one there is. You are the descendant of the most powerful she-demon ever lived. Many supernatural creatures will try to harvest your power or force you to produce an heir for them.”