Witch Hunt Alice In Borderland Novels & Stories

"You're blaming her for the hunters?" "I'm saying the hunters knew something was here. Something they wanted. And they came looking for it." "And you think that something is Cressida." The room was quiet. I looked at Elder Marlow and she did not look away. "I think," she said carefully, "that the girl is connected to whatever is happening on the border. I think the hunters were not just looking for any witch. I think they were looking for her." My blood went cold but I kept my face still. "You have no evidence for that."

Lizzy asked, worry vivid in her tone. Bryssa chuckled sly as she looked at Lizzy and cunningly responded, “We play along. Haven’t we been playing along all this while?” Elowyn chuckled as well, as she looked at Lizzy and added, “we will go to the Borderlands but we will be prepared. I will do my best to find the massacre location as soon as possible and have Bryssa’s men sent there as soon as possible. In fact, I think that having those men wouldn’t be enough. This time they won’t be just human beings. Remember how they brought a werewolf this time. The men would be doomed if there are other supernatural there. So, it will be the best if we recruit other supernatural to help us …..” sharing

When she saw me approaching, she yanked an oar free from the boat and swung at me. “Jesus Christ, man!” Alice yelled. “You threw me off the hill! You pushed me into the river. How am I not dead yet? Did I just see you morph into a wolf? Have I already died and this is the afterlife? Am I in purgatory? What. The. Hell.” I gently took the oar from her hands and tossed it back into the boat. “Hey, Alice Hawkins. Brandon Caufield,” I said, extending my hand.

“Does he know about your little game? Does your brother know you’ve been running around trying to murder an innocent woman behind his back?” Alice laughed softly and examined her perfectly manicured nails. “Of course he doesn’t. My brother is far too busy with his alliances and his precious peace treaties. This was my own little experiment. Nothing he needs to concern himself with.” “Experiment?” I spat. “That’s what you call trying to end someone’s life? She’s human, Alice. She has nothing to do with our world. She doesn’t even know werewolves exist!” Alice rose from the chair with fluid grace and stepped closer to me. The scent of her perfume filled my nose and turned my stomach.

Folding my arms I leaned against a pillar as I watch the witches bow to my mother, dad and I. "As some of you know, hunters have breached our borders a couple of days ago. Though we have taken care of it, it has come to our attention that there is a stranger, a hybrid, bearing the face of someone we know has slipped through our borders undetected." Mom's voice is cold and dominant, the opposite of her usual warm and soft voice.

Folding my arms I leaned against a pillar as I watch the witches bow to my mother, dad and I. "As some of you know, hunters have breached our borders a couple of days ago. Though we have taken care of it, it has come to our attention that there is a stranger, a hybrid, bearing the face of someone we know has slipped through our borders undetected." Mom's voice is cold and dominant, the opposite of her usual warm and soft voice.

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

I am startled from my daydream when my office door opens with a sweep. Hunter walks in. “Am I interrupting?” “Can’t you knock?” I ask him irritated he woke me up from my daydream. “Anyway, what is the reason for you startling in my office.” “Some wolves tried to go over the border this morning. The border patrol took some pictures. They were able to scare them off. Do you recognize any of them?” hunter throws a few pictures on my desk. I recognize them immediately. “They are alpha Jack’s wolves.” I look up at him. Hunter nods.

If someone has gotten there first, she would have died in an instant. Solana runs and jumps as she lands on trees. The last time she went to investigate, she found out that Azazel's successors have a connection to the hunters. It can't be a mere coincidence, if his new successors have that connection, there is no reason to think that he doesn't have one as well. He was the head of the border when her clan and each and every other Alpha inside the border were massacred and some committed suicide. If what she thinks is right, then they are connected to the same hunter that Azazel let in inside the border 19 years ago. She was able to get a name, "Kala chase," Solana said looking serious as she

It didn't take to genius to know who made it rare and the reason behind that. As the lady stormed away, still making her call, I stood in inaction wonderimg why she was baptised with one of the rarest plants in the world. I didn't have to think much. She was covered with the one thing that made werewolves weak, and was in a town that had more werewolves than any other being. She had to be one thing: a hunter. And last time I checked, the only agency that hunted werewolves was ANTI—and they weren't to be taken lightly.