Witch Haggar Novels & Stories

I couldn’t care less about her tantrums. Hagar stumbled to her feet, her blood was drying on her cheek. Once she was on both her feet, she ran out through the door, and I followed her almost immediately. “Hagar, wait!” She didn’t stop. I chased her through three corridors before I finally caught up and grabbed her arm. “Hagar, stop! Please…” She spun around. “What do you want?” Her voice cracked. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” Her words stung my chest.

I answered crying. Duncan wiped away my tears and then faced the alpha of the bandits with a dark face. "You said Helena was your girl. Did you do something bad to her? Did you touch her?" Hagur suddenly turned pale. It was obvious that he felt scared of the fierce Alpha Duncan. I seemed to want to laugh at Hagur's looks. He is brave and scary but he is a coward in front of Duncan.

"Don't worry, she's being taken care of as we speak." "We're just lost, okay?" Kat's panic rose when she noticed that there was a camera propped on a tripod in the corner and a battered mattress by her feet. "We don't know what you're—" "Save it. It wasn't like she was being discreet." Miss Hag waved a hand airily and turned her attention to Calix. Her face lit up once she'd yanked the sack off his head. "Damn, my eyes didn't lie. You look like you can earn me a fortune! Maybe I can set you up with one of the girls later. You'll look good on camera too."

Frank promptly did and soon heard a strange loud crack outside. Frank flew out of the cottage to find a fissure torn through the perfectly flat asphalt road, with a hunchback hag floating over it. "Such fleetness of foot!" She laughed. Frank's curiosity piqued right then. Martial artists only cared to observe strength, while movement was more an obsession of the mystics. Could it be…? "Don't tell me you're sent from some mystic cabal?" Frank asked. "You're quite knowledgeable, kid!" The hag smirked. "I'm the Sage of Purple Caltrops. Now bow!"

None had encountered such a condition before and couldn't guarantee a cure. John's long fingers played with the documents, his eyes dark with unresolved tension. He didn't want to hear uncertainty. He needed definite answers. Jacob handed him another file. "This is about the Hag you wanted information on," Jacob said. "It's been a challenging investigation, but we learned that there was someone by that name about seventy or eighty years ago. The Hag is said to be the last of a line of witch doctors, reputed to create incredibly powerful medicines. Some villagers outside her old village claimed to have benefited from her treatments."

“If you choose to ignore my warning simply because you're too comfortable in your own little world, then so be it. The army of the undead are currently in the south; packs nearby are in grave danger.” “It’s true,” a voice called. It belonged to Haga, the dwarf and Gamma of the Moon Valley pack. He had once been my father’s messenger. “I’ve seen them before.” There was silence, then one of the Alphas burst into laughter. “Where did you see these creatures, dwarf?” Haga didn’t seem offended. “I was sent by my Alpha on an errand, and I encountered them on my trip. It’s true that these creatures can’t be killed with silver bullets. In fact, their body part seem to have a mind of its own”

But who the hell cared —it was fucking Manhattan! We went out for a stroll around, had dinner and came back to have our first out of five nights in the Big Apple. The next morning, Amy and I left Trisha sleeping and grabbed a taxi to go meet with her famous mentor. Hugo Walker was one of those babyboomers that had gotten way before the rest of his generation that they didn’t need to be a ruin when they turned seventy. He was seventy-five, and I could bet my right hand he would beat me on a sprint from the Manor to the Quabbin any given day. Not at all what I expected a rockstar of mediums to look like, he had something that made me think of Andy Warhol. Walker and Warhol sounding so alike, I

“Good. I say this now so there is no confusion: anyone not with me in ending him is against me.” The room held its breath. Harris cleared his throat, leaning forward with Agatha’s fingers laced through his. His weathered face was steady, but his voice held the heaviness of years. “We’ve all lost someone,” he said. “Hunters. Wolves. Innocents caught in the middle. I was raised to think wolves were beasts who would rip our throats out without blinkin’. Turns out…” He glanced at Agatha with a gentle smile, “Wolves feel deeper than half the humans I’ve met. Maybe more.”

There was a silver swan marking on her wrinkled hand, the mark of an ancient House of Witches. Amber gasped. . . A Hag~ The woman was a Hag. The pious breed of witches and the extinct one. It was then Amber noticed the woman's glassy eyes. She was blind. . . But she could see in ways people never dreamed of. How was this possible? A raven sitting on the Hag's shoulder made a low croaking sound, making its presence known. "Patience, my dear." The Hag's hiss made the raven go still as a statue.

I could not comprehend what I heard after I passed out again. I woke up after an hour of passing out because of the magic locked up inside me. I was reintroduced to Icarus Vladimir, known as the Great Sage. Someone who can foresee the past, present, and future. He is someone who I've wanted to meet. Someone can tell me about my grandmother, Sera, and their relationship. Just looking at the man, he looks no older than thirty. He has a face of a young man but has white hair and a beard making him look similar to Albus Dumbledore or Gandalf.