Wiccan And Hulkling Novels & Stories

“To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.”

I can feel his erection pressed against my ass, I turn to face him, we lean into each other but a flash of movement catches both of our attentions and we turn and look down to our right. Using our enhanced wolf visions we watched as an unknown figure leap from tree top to tree top and I mindlink Kavi to cloak his scent and I do the same and we step into the corner of the balcony and watch. The figure stops at the base of a tree and looks around as if checking to make sure there's no one around, but not once did he or she look up, we then watched as the person took something from their pocket and begin to sprinkle along the tree lines, what the hell? I mindlink Alpha Kizmet, I mean Dustin an

With a squeal, she went in for a hug, only to back off at the last second, her grin turning sheepish. “You won’t regret it, we promise!” I said nothing as I turned and made my way to class, slipping into the room with two minutes to spare. In History of Wicca we continued to discuss the results of Nyx gifting the people of this island with wolf spirits, and Hecate gifting the people with magic. We went over the centuries of bickering, wars, and eventually coexistence between our peoples. Afterwards, as I headed to my Witchcraft 101 class, I felt a phantom tug on my wrist. I passed by an empty classroom when that tug became a pull. It yanked me into the room, only for the door to slam shut be

Leading them was Rufus, or better still Alpha Nikias Attalos, the Alpha behind the hoods, followed closely by the other Alphas. Behind the werewolves stood the witches, their robes fluttering in the wind, hands crackling with magical energy. They were the masterminds, ready to guide the battle with their spells and incantations. The witch leader, Lillian, had long hair that flowed like a dark river down her back, and her fierce eyes glowed brightly. She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light.

Wolves clashed with cultists as the valley trembled. Mira fought her way through the wave, cutting through enemy after enemy. But Jerrin was gone. She had no time to hunt him. Instead, she spotted the heart of the ritual: a circle of obsidian pillars, each with a bound wolf strapped to its face. Above them, the spire’s peak began to shift—opening like a flower. Inside, a figure stepped into view. Clad in crimson and bone, Seer Halvek raised his arms. “Brothers. Sisters. Witness the becoming!”

Staring at me with pity, "Old souls like Supreme Alphas have spent years in hibernation, they are detached from the world that at this point they aren't even willing to return." She drops eye-contact like my dumbfounded stare was just too much for her, and my heart thumped down. I was afraid of what I must hear next, "Witches who practice the ancient arts are in contracts with demons. Everything demons do, they ask the sacrifices, like life force, youth, and strength; they feed off you. That ritual was experimental. There are no records that depict how you wake a Hibernating Supreme Alpha—"

It was an eerie feeling, something he could only compare to ingesting large amounts of LSD, which was a powerful hallucinogenic drug. He knew that the Chief and the Higher Echelons were secretly practicing witchcraft, and were reciting some kind of strange incantation. He glanced at the boy and woman beside him, and they were terrified and freaking out. They were undoubtedly feeling the same way as him and handling it much worse.

Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!"

But I was on a mission and time was of the essence. The man dragged her back inside. Two of my warriors dragged the dead wolf into the forest. I HATED Ciderhill. But if I wanted to find a witch, this was the place to do it. Ciderhill was so far into rogue territory, it bordered the northern edge. Just beyond Ciderhill was the rogue territory border. And beyond that? Witches. They weren’t overtly witches. They often hid their true identity. Even since the Lycan/Witch wars hundreds of years ago (the war where my family had been cursed), witches had kept to themselves.

Fiona asked. "Alpha Izaak was being injected with Napellus," she said. "It's a hallucination plant, and when infused with witchcraft it can cause endless pain to its victims. It's a miracle you can still be sober by morning." "Witchcraft?" Fiona and I asked in disbelief. "Yes," Elder Ellie replied. "So there are witches amongst them?" "Not anymore," Elder Ellie responded. "The witches have been banished a long time ago. When Alpha Izaak's father was just a young alpha."