Witch Of Pride Novels & Stories

“There’s no one better suited to step into the incredible role that Luna Wrest has masterfully wielded. River Crest is supremely blessed by the Moon Goddess for the gift of our powerful Lunas.” Please take the bait and leave me alone. Please. Alpha Lucas smirks, his attention momentarily returning to me. “You, Ms. Pride, possess a singular gift for flattery and deceit. Your pack is fortunate to have you. I look forward to another opportunity to pry the truth from you over dinner again.” I incline my head respectfully, ignoring the sudden spike of terror stabbing in my chest. “Thank you, Alpha Lucas. Your words mean a great deal. Please excuse me.”

’ I warned as Ignazio turned with pure hate as he looked at us. “You both will pay for delaying me from getting my prize.” Ignazio snarled. His prize? Oh fuck, he was after the girls. Which one? Probably Crista, as she’s the eldest and has a wolf. A white wolf at that, which means she’s rare and powerful. “Prize? Oh please, Crista wouldn’t give you the time of day. Even if she were your mate, she’d reject your fugly ass because you just killed her parents.” I scoffed.

At that new piece of information, my blood ran cold as chills went down my back within seconds. Once again, I had underestimated what the witch was capable of and it had come back to bite me but there was still a way out of this. So firstly, I had to get this man back on my side fully, so I would have to let go of my pride a bit, but for a cause. “Just give me a little more time, I can still sort this out, I’m pleading with you,” I urged, and the look he gave me let me know he didn’t want to side with her either and it brought a small sense of relief to me.

Why am I doing all this? I made a promise a long time ago that I was going to be the last face Kaden and his pack would ever see. I was a witch, a very powerful dark witch on a mission, disguising as a werewolf. What the hell was a witch doing lying to the primordial hybrid? And within his pack boundaries, didn't she know the risk involved with messing with a primordial? Not to mention the cursed hybrid. Everyone knew better than to try to deceive or mess around with a primordial, all who dared to do so never lived long enough to tell the tale. But here I was risking it all just to settle an old score with the primordials.

Victoria thought, her mind getting bombarded with all the questions. But at least the thing why she was accepted was clear to her that it was because she was the only daughter of the former alpha king. But then she was a witch too. How can the werewolf throne accept a half-witch to sit on the throne when the witch is also the princess of the witch world? She thought, however, what she didn't know was that her question was being answered in a different corner of the world. And it was a drastic answer that was going to bring her only problems.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

Unfortunately for him, he had to deal with her Dark Magic first hand. "From what we have gathered, she has taken a liking to Rogues in particular as they don't like to follow leaders." his gaze settled on Dante and Jayce. "Some Dark Witches have also taken a liking to her, but they have gone into hiding." he mentioned, shifting his gaze to Janice. She nodded her head, but her grey eyes showed how deeply this news troubled her. "What is the plan of action?" Jax asked after he recollected himself and probably doubled checked to make sure he didn't soil himself after the Werewolf King had him pinned briefly.

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."

I listen as the others walk into the door and I smile softly as Marinette comes up beside me and touches my arm as she asks, “Are you okay?” I nod, “I am. Just having to deal with my past.” The waves of pity roll off her and crash into me making me feel angry. I don’t want pity; I don’t need anyone’s pity. I am Lux Hale, the princess of werewolves, I have taken everything that life has thrown at me and I am coming out on top. There is no reason for anyone to pity me.

As she explained, the memories played before my eyes, which made the story more scary than it sounded. She snapped her fingers again and everything disappeared into ashes. The room rearranged into itself. “The monk, called me a pristine. But then I am a wolf. I don't understand how I am a witch.” She sighed. “That's because you are half wolf and your pristine blood is stronger than your wolf blood. That can result in dulled senses and slow healing. What you lacked as a wolf, you gained as a pristine. So you don't worry.” Her eyes seared through the wounds, she helped me up and ran her hands through the wounds. I felt the pain around each wound ease slowly.