Novel & Cerita Witch Camp

As soon as two wolves made their appearance, I sprinted down, noting instantly who they were as their scents permeated the air. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of me. Yes! The plan was working! Jasmine sprinted down the hill, coming in with her sneak attack, pouncing and digging her claws into Alpha Vic's back. He was like a wild bronco as he tried to throw her off, but Jasmine was so fucking good, and kept a good hold on him, not allowing him to knock her off. Even pregnant, she was a badass.

Our eyes locked, this was it, the moment of truth, I had to decide, this was what I had been working towards, an end to the persecution of my people. “What is your name?” I asked. “Damon… Damon Chase.” I stretched out my hand, “I am Lady Cecile of the Vanderhills, supreme mother of the witches. If we are going to become allies, the least we can do is know each other’s name.” Damon took my hand in his, his grip was firm and strong as he shook my hand and when he let go, a small smile curled up on his lips.

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

Together, all the wolves headed into the forest to where the Lunar Brotherhood lived. As I had only ever seen one werewolf colony, seeing the Lunar Brotherhood’s camp was quite a bit of a departure from what I had expected to find. The reservation that the Creed called their home had roads, a community center, a prayer hall, proper houses, a rec center, and even a grocery store. The Lunar Brotherhood’s camp was exactly that—a camp with small cottages built around a bonfire.

- Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm " Ahhhh...ahhhhh" Screams echo in the silent hallways of the werewolf castle. Emerging from behind the closed door where the light of everyone's eyes laid. Her voice made every soul that stood outside the door tremble. Silas's hands were tightly clenched with Emaa's. Volkan was seated with his head in his hand, Grace's hand on his shoulder, while Thora had her eyes closed. Praying to the goddess of the werewolves. While the little kids, Rose and Hades were upstairs in their room, playing. Unaware and kept uninformed of the events going on in the castle. " Push my dear! Push! Come on!" A woman speaks with one hand restin

"We must not be foolish. We all heard about what happened to the Packs beyond the South Coast. They were so foolish to have not acted on time. They kept waiting for the right man, and what happened? Their Pack have been taken captive because of the shame they brought upon themselves. We cannot keep waiting for the Luna before we decide for ourselves. Given that, I'd like to bring to our notice that we've begun preparations for my daughter and heiress, Ava, to be wedded." An unseen blade seemed to strike my belly. The anxiety that'd been mounting for so long fell. And in its place was perplexity and anger. I stared vacantly into the space before me as I watched everyone clap. "And her mate…"

Justin glanced at the witch, “—where we 'stay'. There will be other better trained witches, vampires and shifters there.” “What if that witch’ friends have messed up our ‘inn’?” argued Saga. “I don't have much time, black blood,” the witch exclaimed with a smile that didn't reach the corner of his eye. Justin and the others tried to prevent one last time, but Saga refused and instead darted until he was one meter in front of the witch. He turned to his friends who were both angry and worried, and moved his lips to say one word, “Plan.” “I want to meet Bara, but you must let my friends pass this road,” said Saga boldly.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

I was going to shift and run with the ones that shift. My bets Camron was going to shift as well. Also, some older wolves were going to run with us. I knew that some of their parents were going to run. Our pack lands border the Alpine pack. They are known for being ruthless, and they kill witches. They are the only pack in the kingdom that kill witches. I have no idea why they do. About thirteen years ago, we found Veronica's body just inside our border. She 4had been ripped to shreds. It appeared that she was killed because she was a witch. But she was the Luna of the Alpine pack. We expected a war to break out, but it did not.

While she hurriedly grants us permission to enter her territory, the healers climb into the camper and immediately begin tending to our wounded. We’re led into the coven’s lands, the camper directed toward a healing center. One by one, those of us who shifted hop inside to shift back and get dressed. Normally, none of us would give a damn about nudity, but with so many unfamiliar witches around, it makes sense not to overwhelm them with full-on werewolf culture right out of the gate. Though I gotta admit, watching Jamal and Casen try to squeeze their massive bodies through the camper door is fucking hilarious. They grunt, twist, and fail spectacularly.