Thou Shalt Not Suffer A Witch To Live Novels & Stories

There's something about her that gives this feeling of unease. “Who are you Kiara?” I asked. Her eyes from side to side in what looked like fear. I waited, hoping that she would not tell me what the bullies had said. I waited for her response, hoping that she does not confirm that she is something forbidden…a witch. Witches are worst then vermins. Witches deserve to be killed. Once a witch is caught, she is burnt by the elder flame and then her body is buried in the black river. If a witch is discovered, the finder has to alert the Alpha of their province. A hefty price is given to the finder as the witch burns and then drowns for all eternity.

“She touches no one, yet bends the air to her will! The ancient law is clear… Witches are forbidden. She must be punished!” The eldest elder struck his staff against the stone floor. The sound cracked through the hall. “The Queen speaks the law,” he declared. “And the law does not bend for insolent witches.” Murmurs turned into harsh agreement. “She defied the throne,” another elder said. “She used forbidden power,” said a third. “Mercy for witches invites ruin,” came another voice. The eldest elder lifted his staff again. “By ancient decree, she stands guilty unless proven otherwise. The Queen has every right to demand judgment.”

I frowned, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop, as his long, cold finger brushed my face, drying them. “There is no reason for us to suffer alone!” the deity declared. “You loved your child, and the witches took him from you. Take your revenge. Take revenge on the wolves who denied you a happy life. Take revenge on the Goddess who condemned you to darkness and robbed you of seeing the beauty of the world. No one had the right to take that from you, my queen. Let us show them your pain—let us make them wither in agony!”

"I'm not treating a witch. I don't even want her in my house." Prince Antonio sighed heavily. "Very well, then," he said. "We'll move her to a separate location until we can have her tried for her crimes." Nora clenched her fists in anger. "Crimes?" she demanded, her tone simmering with frustration. "All she's done is exist. Are you truly implying that existing is a crime?" Nora received a sharp look from Prince Antonio. "It is forbidden for witches to trespass on werewolf and Lycan land," he clarified. "Even if she possesses some witch blood, the laws must still be followed."

Perhaps fate was finally smiling down on me. We, the witches born in Whistleberry, have always faced a harsh reality. Our powers mark us as outcasts, condemned by society. Once discovered, witches in Whistleberry face a grim fate—death by burning or stoning. Sometimes, the torment is even more creative, designed to prolong our suffering until we succumb to the inevitable.

“We bind him.” The witches went still. “That magic is forbidden.” “It demands sacrifice.” “It will echo through bloodlines.” The Alpha’s gaze did not waver. “Then let history remember our sin.” Far away, AURA lifted his head. And howled—feeling the chains of fate beginning to form. — The decision was made beneath the Oak. And once spoken, it could never be undone. The witches did not argue further. Not because they agreed—but because every vision they had ever seen ended the same way.

They hated their breed and got into battle each time they got angry at each other. Though there was a time when witches lived in the pack but when they started to do things that hurt people, they were thrown out of the pack and were asked to return to their kingdom. They were not supposed to live in a pack and that was the rule that all packs in that territory abided with. They didn't even have to abide by it. Any pack that had a witch in it will be left alone to face any consequences and won't be able to call for any help from other packs.

He said as I gasped. Death was too cruel? Elias’s cove was the cruelest place to send someone. You lived life as a slave to sirens. “Please, no… No…” I shook my head as Anna gasped. “Be grateful you leave with your life. Others would have gotten the death penalty,” one elder said as si shook my head. “As for your witch. Having aided you in attacking his majesty, we will sentence her to live as an omega under alpha Black,” He announced as Anna turned to Gabriel and then Octavia.

She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire. To counter that attack, the witch called forth a crystal cocoon that trapped Sinai inside. She struggled to free herself from their cocoon but it was all in vain. Seeing they've successfully trapped her, the witches formed a circle around the cocoon, holding their hands. Then they began the chant of Kadhijabal- the death chant. For them to successfully take Sinai down the purgatory where witches lived their afterlife, they'd need to sacrifice their own lives. As they all chatted in ancient tongues, the witches began to fall to their knees one after another, dying. However, for each one that died, her power got transfer

The queen of the witches told her people. Shouts of her Holiness filled the room from the guilty parties. Queen Jezebel didn't listen to them or their pleas. She closed her eyes and began to chant audibly. Screams of pain and agony erupted from the room. Some spawned on the floor unable to get up, others held the chairs they sat upon while screaming for forgiveness. By the time her Holiness would finish her chants, more than half of the witches in the room were all in pain, including Alicia and Victoria. "Now that that is done, I expect that the supreme commander for the werewolves would also punish his people. And from this point onward, let peace alone reign between the two parties." The q