Novel & Cerita Witch Hunt Alice In Borderland

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.

Trixie The classroom buzzed faintly with chatter and the clack of pens against desks, but Trixie was somewhere else. Her elbow rested on her textbook, her cheek pressed into her hand, as she stared out the window. Alice had left earlier that week, along with Tyler and his parents, on a mission she couldn’t talk about publicly. Even though it was still new and strange to think of Alice as a warrior, she trusted her. Alice had a purpose now—to find others like Trixie. Gifted wolves scattered across territories, hidden from the world, waiting for a chance to be part of something again. Part of this pack.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

Alice replied, "Far enough to reach hell." Alice handed Vivian the wrapped head and led the way up to a door. When they reached it, she shifted her hand into her wolf form and sliced a line on her arm, drawing blood. She took the blood she'd drawn and placed it in the keyhole. Vivian looked at her skeptically, her eyes holding questions she couldn't put into words.

Her tail was sparkling blue, and they matched her eyes. Alice panicked, thinking that Luna was going to freak out. Luna didn't; she was amazed instead. “You're a mermaid!” Luna exclaimed. Alice shook her head. “I'm a hybrid, a werewolf-mermaid hybrid.” Luna's eyes widened; she had said that she was going to search for hybrids, and now she found one. She lowered Alice to the ground and ran her fingers on the tail. “This is the first time I am looking at tails,” Luna uttered, smiling.

Everleigh followed their gazes and froze. Alice and Lander emerged from the edge of the trees, their presence an unwelcome intrusion. Alice looked disheveled but determined, her sharp gaze scanning the crowd. Lander, however, seemed painfully out of place. His steps faltered slightly under the weight of countless hostile stares. The tension was palpable as wolves bristled at the sight of a male human in their sacred playground.

His father had killed him in his visions, but he wasn’t running away… he just couldn’t find him. Margot and Lewis, Connie’s parents, were fighting off a few of the witches who were trying to get to the rest of the elders. There were only 8 left from what it looked like and they were holding on strong. “Going somewhere?” The senator’s daughter! “The name’s Alice and you’re mine, big boy…” Roxie tackled the girl as Alice tried to touch Walker. A gasp escaped Roxie as she noticed Alice’s eyes go from green to black. “Oh shit!”

When night fell on the border between the three kingdoms, the blood moon rose among the dark clouds, and a part of Alice trembled, remembering that it was the moon that Kalias had been waiting for so long. She had heard the maids discussing the preparations for the ritual she would have to go through - just as she had felt something change in her chest. At that moment, it was undeniable that Kalias was right and that something inside Alice was much more than human. After all, tears were not usually able to heal.

As the last petal fell, I shoved the knife towards the nearest vampire with all of my strength. The blade never made contact with his flesh. My hands were caught and yanked behind my back, and I struggled against them, even as the switchblade was deftly pulled from my fingers. My only weapon was gone, and my fists were useless bound behind me. “Let go of me,” I grunted, swinging my shoulders back and forth. “No chance,” said Alice sweetly, her lips brushing against my neck. I shuddered. “You really shouldn’t have stabbed me, little hunter,” she murmured, and then she bit.

"We mixed ingredients based on old notes and desperate prayers. This is not medicine. This is an execution if we are wrong." "Then we execute her," I hissed, my fists clenching until my nails bit into my palms. "Because doing nothing leaves her dead by morning anyway." "We wait," Nathan said, his voice dropping into that infuriating, gentle tone elders used when they thought you were losing your mind. "Alpha Nixon sent riders to the border. We wait for a real witch. Someone with actual magic." "And if the witch arrives to find a cold body?" I stepped around Alice, my boots squeaking against the floor. "What then, Nathan?"