What The Hex Novels & Stories

Whatever this land is, it matters enough to stop them. Whatever it is she’s talking about, it’s clear it’s my only way of escape. “Hex won’t be this far out at this time of day. Even if she gets there, we can still catch her as long as we don’t stray too far in. Start searching; she must be using something to hide her scent. She wasn't that fast.” Hex? A ghoz’aan? I don’t even know if I want to cross over by listening to them. What the hell is a ghoz’aan? Is Hex his name? Who calls their child Hex? What the fuck is a hex?

"What do you mean, a hex?" Aetos stepped closer to me, his scarred face tight with something that might have been desperation. "The crescent moon mark on her neck. It is not just a claiming mark. It is a hex. A protection spell. It means no man can touch the girl and live. Sleep with her, touch her sexually, claim her. The moment you try, the hex will activate. It will kill you. Either way, you will die, Azrian. You cannot win this battle. Give up now and savev yourself."

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.

"Finally!"I said in relief, I could access the hidden data I needed. "Have you found anything yet?" Mika asked. "Yes it's a lot to take in but guess what.i got it!" I shouted in excitement. "What is it?"Katleho asked,leaning over my shoulder staring closely at the screen. "Project Xena!" I said looking at the folder then I clicked enter to see more details. There was only an image of a hexagonal shaped metal with a gold cover on it.There was no other information, no words only the object "

"What's your wolf's name?" “Hex,” Hawthorne answers automatically, his hazel eyes glowing bright green. “My wolf’s name is Hex.” Of course it is. A witchy wolf for a hybrid pup. “And does Hex have an opinion about this?" Hawthorne's eyes close as he communicates with his wolf. "No. He doesn't want to go rogue, but he doesn't trust you, alpha."

Alex asked. "Well, Isaac is neither in Italy, nor in London," Emma said, "Since he's been targeting Nik over here, and based on what that man inside said after I cut out his ear, Isacc is here in the US," She looked at me, "And he is making a tour around the HEX." "The...what?" Alex asked, confused. "The HEX, it's what they call the place where I was trained," Emma mumbled, "It's where we all get trained, more often forced into it, proof: me."

Hogster said calmly, clearly looking down on Jeff. Of course, Jeff was not to be outdone. “My favorite hobby is to beat someone while they're down. Your guild's reputation is so bad anyway. Why bother holding on to it?” His remark struck the Hexa Guild’s sore spot, and all the members scowled at him. Indeed, the Hexa Guild had a very bad reputation. They could only recruit ordinary people who could not join other guilds but yearned to practice. “Hehe, cut the crap. We’ll know the outcome after a fight!”

Brunes asked. The old man looked between the three of them from a tiny slit in the door, shaking his head. “We are still undertaking a hex removal on the werewolf.” He replied solemnly. An arduous task, removing a hex required a great amount of skill and patience. Hexes could consist of multiple layers and contain as many as eight different conditions for each one applied. Similar to door with many locks, the number of hexes placed on any given person or object could be limitless. Provided, the caster had enough power to create them and that none of the subsequent conditions contradicted those placed before it. An ingenious method, the only notable shortfall it offered was that its intricacy

She was prepared with various risks to protect her members. The sky slowly darkened. The grand hall, once filled with many members, gradually fell silent. Only a few people remained. Of course, Lex was one of them. “How are you going to help me get the Winter Hexagon?” Lex asked, looking impatient. Yet, a comforting embrace enveloped her. “It’s easy,” Jeremiah replied. “You just have to swap your original body back, then accept that your destiny will change after obtaining the Winter Hexagon.” Hearing Jeremiah’s words, Lex’s face instantly paled.

He cocked his head at me, “Excuse me?” “That girl was terrified and scared. She doesn’t look like she killed someone.” Her large eyes when she woke up. I just wanted to get her out of the cage, still do. “Hexeon, is a condition that witches can get when working with too much power, spells, ingredients. She was working on a large spell. Hexeon causes the witch to have dark thoughts, wanting to destroy everything, and will tell lies to get what they want. It’s like when a werewolf turns on a full moon. Its instincts are to kill. Witches with Hexeon, is similar but with educated mind to do dark. The bracelets will keep her powers in check, but I advise to keep her in the cage, for your own safe