Witch Elvira Novels & Stories

Talia was on her knees by the door, clutching the internal comms phone, her face a mask of performative grief. "Mrs. Mercer, please," Talia wailed into the receiver. "Blake and I are mated, and I’m carrying his heir. But Ivy won't let go. She keeps cornering him, trying to lure him back. I had to come to you..." Inside the glass, I saw my mother, Elaine. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely hold the phone. Her eyes were rimmed with red. After the fire and the fall of the Mercer pack, her mind was a fragile thing. The doctors had warned me: no shocks.

Atop it lay a breathtaking ring, sparkling under the lights like it had waited all this time just for me. “It’s for you to say yes now, Mom,” she said proudly. But then… “Aunt Vera, look! Mom is gonna say yes!” I blinked. Slowly. Very slowly. The blonde woman reappeared, smiling, waving from beside Macy. My jaw dropped. “H-How does my daughter know that woman?” I demanded, panic slamming back into my chest. “She’s Aunt Vera, Mom,” Macy beamed. “Daddy’s cousin. I hope you weren’t mean to her.”

Red spread through the river. Eve stood behind me, holding half of a broken beer bottle, her face pale with terror. “Emma, move! They’re coming!” she screamed. I could hear shouts from a distance. People from the village were closing in. My heart raced as I frantically paddled, but the boat still moved painfully slow. The footsteps grew louder, and my heart sank into despair. Were we really not going to make it? Suddenly, Eve stood up. She smiled softly at me, her lips curving with a gentle warmth. “Emma, you have to live—for me and your mom.”

I’m hiding behind a tree, watching them all pass and trying to catch the path of the scent again. And this time, I notice something strange. Something moving on the fallen leaves. A pair of feet, followed by patches of visible legs and face. I see the distinct different colored eyes and hair, slowly coming into full view as Valeria. That’s why no one saw her. She was under an invisibility spell. She’s panicking behind a tree, looking at Gamma Vincent approaching. I can’t take it anymore. I can feel her fear and I want to help her. “Keep quiet,” I whisper.

" And one more thing Elsa, never forget the power you have as a 100% human. You might not be strong without your wolf or dragon but humans have been proven to be the most intelligent being alive, use your wisdom, emotions and will- power wisely. " Zaria concluded. As wonderful as her words sounded, I didn't think I understood well. Anyways since she and Raphael promised to be by my side, I had a little bit of courage. Courage to do what I was destined to be, destined to be the Alpha that no one expected.

Khaid's voice resonated, distorted slightly by the speaker to sound deeper, more menacing, yet still perfectly calm. Elvira lifted her head. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, but the terror was fiercely masked by a hostile glare. “My name is Elvira,” she bit out. “And you are a coward. If you want the consignment, talk to my father. Not a captive girl.” “Ah, the feisty one. I was told you were special,” Khaid mused, activating a microphone setting that amplified the sterile hiss of the air filtration, creating a subtle disorienting pressure change.

You are already drank aunt, we should get back home," " What are you talking about when we just got started. Elvira dear, don't be such a kill joy. Let's celebrate my victory, just for tonight. After that we can head off to this special place I want to show you. By the way, before I get drank, here is the combination to our small get away cabin in the Vira island." Elvira carefully wrote it down in her notepad, she might black out any time soon and she would be in need of it. " By the way my child, don't ever fall in love with that man, he doesn't deserve you my daughter. I hope you'll find someone to love you whole heartedly, someone who will accept everything you'll have to offer, someone

It seems that their bodies are animated and alive, but nothing inside them is really living. I turn to Elvira next, waiting for her to growl and launch herself at me with her nails. She manages to scratch my arm wide open before I slam her down with a paw. She’s sent flying against the wall, landing on the floor right in front of me. She tries to fight, but I bite her arms off and tear her neck open with my teeth.

I’m done with regret. The guards flank me as we reach the circle. There, within an ancient stone ring, stands the witch. Elvira. “Rowan Stewart,” she says, her voice clear and musical. “Do you come willing into the circle?” “I don't have a choice” She smiles as she did the night before. "The spirits require your consent to work on you" "They won't get it then" The whispers increase. She laughs, loud and manic. "It's a good thing I overrule your decison"

“And tell Valeria we’re coming.” … Elvira was curled on the corner of the living room couch when I stepped in. She had her knees pulled to her chest, a blanket slung over her shoulders like a cape. She didn’t even flinch when I walked in. She just looked up, a little startled maybe, but too drained to hide it. “Elvira,” I said softly. She blinked. “Didn’t think you’d want to see me.” I crossed the room in two strides. “Why would you say that?”