Witch Novels & Stories

It was a simple directive, but it carried weight: *Move to Phase Two. The watcher’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. Things were progressing faster than expected, but that was just fine. They thrived in uncertainty, in the rush of high-stakes moves. The game was heating up, and it was time to put more pieces into play.

Like I was at the heart of convergence. “See anything you like?’ asked Wyren “Not sure, I really do not know what I am looking at or what I want” I replied “True… well, I could get the essentials' ' she replied as she hurried off while her tail wagged. I continued to explore the city with its high rise, metallic tree-like structures that had branches which carried rounded buildings of all sorts of colors. The trees were of different sizes, some small, others large, and with mini buildings hanging from it. These trees were called Mastiers and the buildings that hung from it were called units. Each Mastier’s size represented its use and function. A shopping and housing Mastier were humongous,

Hey son, we had a bit of trouble, we had a mutt on our tails but don't worry we lost him, we are now with the pack and are on our way so we will see you soon, take care". We walk for a few hours with just the rustling of the leaves for company and I notice everyone seems to be getting tired, "Why don't we all change to wolf form, we would cover so much more ground?" Desert asks "Lanna cant change" "Well she can ride on Gregorys back" "She could but I'm a bit worried if Mitches rogues see us they may attack and well we need them"

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i whisper "But where are you're clothes, dont get me wrong i love having you naked but not like this, your gonna freeze to death" "My clothes shredded when i transformed " Lukes eyes go dark then he yells making me jump "ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU HAVE NO CLOTHES" I nod my head then ask "where's you clothes?" "Dont you turn this around" "I just thought...maybe i could borrow a jumper if you have one" "Well you cant" "Oh"

Beta Maximus clearly hated hearing that, but what I didn’t knew was what nobody has explained to him, and that was the power of the switched wolves, the gold and silver wolves of the strongest packs of the USA, had the biggest secret along side my pack, and Beta Maximus had zero idea over what was really going on. Knowing this shit was about to hit the fan I looked at my body to then whistle at him, getting his attention I link Calvin. ‘Let’s shoe and tell the powers of our mates.’ I tell him to which he walked closer to me. I have no idea how we were going to exchange our bodies but as he walked to me, Alpha Milo took something in his hand from the blue roses

Maybe if I ate something, she would settle down a bit. After filling a plate with food, I walked back into the living room and reoccupied my chair. There seemed to be a heated debate about which reindeer was the best. Kaileeh said it was Rudolph, hands down, while Mina was convinced it was Vixen, and Xander was more than positive it was Cupid. Leave it to those three to argue about something like that. “His nose glows red!” Kaileeh exclaimed. “There is nothing cooler than that.”

The wig she wore that night was sandy blonde with bangs that fell slightly into her eyes. That night she was supposed to meet Mr. Mark Lewis in the lobby of the Grand Morton Hotel—downtown—uptown—a really good part of town. There was a party there in one of the ballrooms and she was his insurance that he wouldn’t be going stag to the biggest party of the year.

Six months later: Every morning I wake up, I stare through the skylight at the trees overhead. I watch them sway with the wind. The seasons have changed while I have been here. The leaves were plentiful and green. I have watched them change from green to brown, to completely gone. I think it is January now and the cold has crept in. The snow has been falling for quite some time. I am sure there is probably a foot. Even if someone knew where I was, I doubt they would be able to find me in this weather. Today is just a day, same as all the rest.

" Hello. Welcome to Chez Valentine. I'm Rejoice and I'll be your waitress for tonight. Please what can I get you for a start?" " What would you like?" Anderson asks. " Anything that's not alcohol." I say. " Your finest wine please." Anderson tells the waitress. She nods and walks out. I'm in badly need of alcohol right now but I can't have one, not on a date with Anderson. I just have to hold back the anger and go back to my apartment to sulk and drink. " Are you okay?" Anderson asks. I shouldn't be mad and annoyed right now. Anderson has definitely worked his ass off to pull this off like every other date. I put on a big smile on my face and replied.