Witch Haggar Novels & Stories

“You… can’t?” “No.” I look at my hands, muttering. “I can do magic?” “Yes. My mother was a witch, a hag to be exact.” “What’s the difference?” “Hags are witches that come from ancient bloodlines who have mastered dark magic. Each bloodline carries a familiar. In our case, it’s the raven.” “This is why we can control them?” I ask. “Yes.” “This makes so much sense now,” Grimm says. “Raven Hag…” “Mother hated that term, but that’s what she was called,” Dagar says.

I notice the four witches at one end and Lex with his arms wrapped around Fallon at the other . Poor Hagged is being used as Lil’s glamorous assistant , running about like a headless chicken following her orders . I have to laugh at Haggen , 6 '2 of pure werewolf muscle , takes no shit and is a beast on the battlefield . Yet one word from my feisty redhead best friend and he is mush in her hands . I am over the moon for her because she was always the more romantic of the two of us .

ELAYNE'S POV “There are… accelerants,” The dirty hag admits. “... D------ Deceptions I can put into dreams... believe me," She croaks. Daddy's claws tighten on her neck, his wolf glowing blue through his eyes as they narrow, "And why should I believe you?" The hag gulps, the scent of fear around her doubling while she remains silent. Daddy gets annoyed by this, and with his claws still on her filthy neck, hoists her off the ground in one move, shaking her violently.

Her canopy tells the story of Fiachra, and how Hymir stands tall despite the odds. “But not all stories are written down nor told just like the story I’m about to tell you. It is not as heroic as Fiachra's but it still tells how Hymir still stands till this day.” Morrigan timidly smiled and looked at Colfre’s eyes. “I won’t tell this story again so you better listen attentively.” Colfre nodded. Morrigan sat straight and looked at herself through the vanity mirror across her.

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

TO: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com FROM: CodyRavens@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Hemsworth pack _________________________________________________________________________ The past week we’ve had a problem with the neighbouring pack of Hemsworth. The other warriors are standing to attention but it is at utmost important that the new recruits will be ready if a war should break out. Although there has been stirrings I am communicating with their Alpha.

Author’s POV Hagetha was already awake. Of course she was. The ancient witch rarely slept. She stood within her ritual chamber surrounded by flickering black candles. As though she had been expecting him. Which, in truth, she had. The process had begun exactly on schedule. Rick stormed into the room. “What is this?” He thrust his arms forward. The black tendrils twisted beneath his skin. For a brief moment genuine concern appeared on his face. Good. Fear made people easier to manipulate.

She cupped my face, tears still danced in her eyes. “What’s going on? Who is she?” I asked again, shaking her hand off my face, maintaining the sternness on my face. “Where is Keegan?” “The Hag is one of the most powerful witches; we met her at Dark Stone and she had something to say because she’s an old friend of your grandmother, so we got here and she just explained the truth behind Jess’ death and our long-term misconception against Keegan and his pack. I really have mixed feelings about this.”

- I wanted to console myself, but you don’t know how to console. “Duck, I didn’t call you, bloodsucker,” the hag flashed. - I said last time: it's dreary for me from you. No, I’ve pinned down, let’s torture how much I and what should you do. Go, come on, from here, while your fool hasn’t done any other stupidity, otherwise we won’t have time to look back, as you will fill up the entire dead with students. Bjerga cursed softly, remembering the old woman's temper with an evil word, and walked away. In the back she heard:

he smirks, “but whatever it is, I’ll pay double.” “How dare you,” I hiss. I’m shaking with anger now. Anger and fear that he’s figured us out. I drop the shattered pieces of coffee mug in the trash. “I’ll have you know Nathan and I are visiting my parents this weekend. And tell me. Do you really think Nathan Coleman would waste his time tramping through the mud on a small Atlanta farm if he wasn’t in love?” “No...” Hart admits reluctantly. I purse my lips. “I’ve never met a man so determined to root against his own son’s happiness.”