Witch Characters In Books Novels & Stories

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

“I chose.” “You chose once. We’ve been choosing ever since.” The pages began to spin faster, circling her like blades. A whirlwind of alternate selves, And then, They attacked. One page slashed across her cheek, sharp as a blade, leaving a cut that bled silver. Another struck her leg, slicing through armor, Each page spoke as it passed her. “Liora the Coward.” “Liora the Faithful.” “Liora the Killer.” “Liora the Forgotten.”

Her eyes drifted to the heading at the top of the page. {The Chronicles of Sorcerers.} Curiosity replaced her relief. She began reading. The book spoke of an age long before the kingdoms of today. An age when sorcerers lived openly among dragons, wolves, and hybrids. Some wielded magic to heal the sick. Others used it to conquer entire nations. Many were celebrated. Many were feared. As Adriana continued turning the pages, one chapter heading immediately caught her attention. ~The Flame Witch.~ She frowned. The title stirred something deep inside her.

Someone had left a book behind, with a brown bookmark stuck in between the pages. She picked up and glanced at the title. Barbarian, by an author named Bella. The cover of the book featured a winged creature with a beautiful woman. "That's a Wilding." Jordan said behind her. She looked at him in confusion. "What's that?" "A crossbreed offspring of a demon and a vampire." He explained. "Are they real?" "I have no idea. I've only heard of them in myths and legends." Scarlett looked down at the book again. For some strange reason, the winged man reminded her of Dylan. The same bone structure, facial features, perfect jawline and compelling eyes...

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

Before she knew it, the days had turned into a week and she was still no closer to breaking his curse. On the morning of the eighth day, she happened upon a book in the library that she found in the very back shelves. It was old and the writing on the spine, so faded, that she couldn't read it so she removed it from the shelf, only to find that the writing on the cover was much the same. Flipping through the pages, she stopped and opened at a particular page showing an illustration of a witch and a werewolf, howling at the moon. She began reading the text, which described curses that had been placed on werewolves over the past centuries. As she stood between the shelves, focusing on the book

Just then, I realized that the similarities were uncanny. The names they’d mentioned also echoed in my mind. Clara. Lucio. Rome. Lucinda. Suddenly, I was hyper-aware of the way everyone was looking at me. Their hatred. Their suspicion. The way they averted their eyes whenever I met them. I spun around, taking in the setting again. That staircase. The paintings on the ceiling! It hit me just this time. This was my book—The Wolf Prince and the White Rose. This couldn’t be real.

She was a little harder, as witches tended to blend in the best, but she knew what to look for. The white tattoos etched on to the witches arms with powerful symbols, they were hard to see but Izzie noticed. Next was the spell bag tied onto the witch’s handbag, probably filled with herbs and crystals, and most telling of all was how the pages of the book she was reading turned without her touching them. The creatures Izzie hunted were so used to blending in with human society that not one person would notice the little discrepancies that she did. Jake slid back into the seat across from her, drawing her back into the present.