Wimp Witch Characters Novels & Stories

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

he stated. Bryan and Frank nodded. One dropped our packages, and the other dropped Todd, who asked, “What are the four elements they can master?” Good question, Todd. He asked one of my doubts for me. I almost gave him a thumbs up. “Wind, water, fire and earth. Thus we've got the Lady of Wind, also known as the White Witch; the Lady of Water, the Blue Witch; the Lady of Fire, the Red Witch; and finally, the Lady of Earth, the Black Witch. To my knowledge, the one behind Bentley was the White Witch.”

Victoria The palace rumbled under the fights between the witches and the wolves. I was sure if this fight went on with this intensity, the palace would be brought down. I was impressed by the power of the witches, being able to match a wolf like Damian. He was one of those witches who combined the genius of a mad scientist with that of a rogue wolf. He loved to tamper with drugs which enhanced his strength by a hundred if not a thousand fold. It wasn’t enough to match a true Lycan like Sinclair but it was enough to cause significant damage.

"Not every werewolf is as power-hungry as Devon to the point of killing his kind." "You're all power-hungry, especially the Alphas. You're low-class animals who fight each other every time you decide the leader of your pack. Devon is not the only stupid werewolf in your kingdom." He stepped forward, and more wizards like him emerged from the portal. The same thing happened to the portals on my right and left. There couldn't be this many of them. Some of these witches must be puppets. Damn. Even though they were puppets, they had the same abilities as the real ones. Even if Garrett and Orso joined me, we wouldn't win easily.

Obediently, she followed his instructions and commented, “I once knew one.” His eyes widened. “How?” “Why the surprise?” she wondered. “Because they’re not good for the werewolf realm.” Blinking, she questioned, “Why’s that?” “They are very dangerous witches who lived in their coven. But they are also harmful to other witches and wizards like us. We used witchcraft to help others, but they wanted to rule both werewolves and witches. They are full of sins.” Her head drooped. ‘If I reveal Scarlett’s identity, he might withhold his assistance,’ she thought.

I can’t help but feel that the skills they’re targeting in students aren’t just random, it’s directed at something but what? Witches have always been known to be resourceful to werewolves and are not as egoistic as vampires and demons. They’re kind of on the neutral side and are generally accepted by all and any division, to me they’re the wisest but as there are good witches, there are evil too. The school does not accept evil witches but I think they ‘accidentally’ slipped one crazy hybrid in—you know who I’m talking about.

*** “Shit…” Philip swore, quickly moving towards the three as Agyemang headed inside. He hoped he would be able to keep his sister from going ballistic on the witch until they were able to get some useful information from her at least. “How about telling us who this bitch and her people are.” Deloris folded her arms across her chest. “What’s your name?” “Amber.” The witch sighed. “They are warlocks from the Wyatt Clan.” She said without further prompting. “Their bitch of a leader is called Mary.”

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

Few minutes later, he dropped the receiver and faced his parents. “ What is it son?” asked his father. “That was alpha Israel” said Damian. “ What did he say?” asked his father. “ Young female witches are missing” replied Damian as he went to sit down in his chair. “ This is not the first time witches are being kidnapped. What makes this different?” asked his mother. “ There is a pattern. Only female witches with red hair within the ages of nineteen and twenty- five years has been kidnapped so far” replied Damian. His parents were silent as they contemplated the meaning.

The Black River Pack. Rogues. Criminals. Mercenaries. A pack that doesn’t take prisoners unless they’re useful. And to them? A runaway Alpha’s daughter? I was very useful. I fought. I ran. I bled. But in the end? I lost. I was bound in silver. Dragged through the dirt. Thrown into a cage like a feral animal. For the first time in two years, I felt real fear. Because the Black River Pack wasn’t just ruthless. They were businessmen. And I knew exactly what they planned to do with me.