Witch Guides Novels & Stories

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

He paused, surveying the room before continuing. "Well tell us!" Brett growled impatiently. "Apart from Lina's witch faction, most of the rogue wolves are being incited by witches to fight with packs that won't draw attention. Once the packs are weakened, the witches strike deals with the Alpha to turn them." Kyle's expression turned grim, his eyes flashing with anger. "What? How could they do that?" I let out a gasp and held Amber closer who looked confused and a little frightened. "What alpha would agree to that?" Arthur erupted, disbelief evident in his voice.

Drew shouted at his back. ------ “This is Kyle.” “Are you the one interested in buying witches?” Lewis asked. “Could be,” Kyle’s annoying voice replied. “I need to speak with your boss,” demanded Lewis. “You can speak with me, arsehole.” “I don’t think you can make me a realistic offer on what I’m selling. I’d prefer to go straight to the source of the cash.” “What are you selling?” Kyle asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. “A white wolf/white witch hybrid, who can perform magic in both human and wolf forms,” replied Lewis, knowing he now had Kyle’s full attention.

His arrogance and immaturity, epitomized by sulking off to seek solace with the she-wolves of our pack whenever he's upset, leave me unimpressed and, surprisingly, unaffected by jealousy. Rector and I, mindful of the steep challenge in visiting all fifty packs, devised a strategy to engage with the alphas before training much-needed warriors. After the warriors are prepared, we dispatch them to the packs we cannot personally visit. This methodical process involves Margot, a witch whose task is to identify the most suitable liaisons for each pack. She casts a truth spell before her interrogations, ensuring the delegates she chooses are perfectly suited for the role.

She turned her gaze to me with an aggrieved look. "Renee, we grew up together. I've always seen you as an older sister. Why are you taking Mr. Green from me?" She clasped her hands together, tears streaming down her face like a tragic heroine. "I really want to be with Mr. Green. Please, I'm begging you—could you let me have him?" Quinn let out a cold laugh. "Do you not speak the same language? I already said, even if she let me go, I still wouldn't get together with you!"

FUTILE. Elizabeth sighed. "Very well. If you won't cooperate, we'll move to the accelerated protocol. It's more intense and painful but it works faster." She stood. "You'll be conscious for all of it and feel everything. And at the end, you won't remember why you were fighting." Then another younger voice spoke. "Ms. Webb? What about the other one? The twin?" "Sage is showing similar and stronger resistance actually. She's been talking to herself all night. Repeating names and memories and trying to hold on." Elizabeth sounded almost impressed. "Process them together and let them see each other break. That usually accelerates cooperation."

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

I uttered as she stayed back on her seat. "I guess you don't know that your lady would be made a wolf today, she would have the strength of Wolf and she would also have the spells of a witch she would have the rights to rule her kingdom and also your kingdom" I was shocked when she said these words I couldn't deny the fact that She told me of her official appointment as the Beta of the pack after my brother would be coronated as Alpha. "She never told me of any ritual" I uttered knowing that it was only through a ritual that Irene gets to be a werewolf.