Witch's Daughter Novels & Stories

After waiting for several minutes which was definitely too long to check the capacity of a wolf, the door opened and the witch came out. "How is it?" I asked her. "Her capacity is great Alpha. She is definitely the daughter of an Alpha or a strong beta, she inherited a whole lot of capacity but then I found out that her capacity had been blocked, it took quite a while for me to unblock it, she would be totally fine and okay now, her capacity is in total use," she replied while I stood bewildered at her words. "I would take my leave then." the witch said and exited the room.

As the witch speaks to me, I still, “I am not a fool. I know I am not long for this world. I can and will wipe the girl’s memory as a kindness to her for what he forced me to do. But be warned, on her eighteenth birthday, she will remember everything. You healer, you have a hard destiny ahead for you. Be strong” I shake my head at her, confused, not understanding what she means. Looking through my tears, I see Michael and Grayson returning a triumphant look on their faces. Then I notice her; Grayson has Amy in his arms; covered in blood and unconscious. Now I understand what the witch meant. I look at her, inclining my head to thank her.

"About six months old. That much I'll give you free, because I like to see what a man does when you hand him his own heart." I couldn't speak. I had to grip the porch rail. A daughter. Somewhere out there in the human world I had a *daughter,* six months old, and I didn't know her name or her face or whether she'd ever cried for a father who wasn't there. When I could make my voice work I said, "The rest. The where. Name your price." And the Witch's face changed then, the pity folding away into something colder and older and purely a merchant's. She rose from her chair, slow, and the wind pressed her braid across her shoulder, and she came to stand close enough that I could see the dust in t

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

Then he pulled up in front of a private villa. I stayed back and watched. The front door opened, and a woman ran straight into his arms. “Adrian, you’re finally here. The baby missed you.” Under the light by the doorway, I saw her face clearly. Lydia Ashcroft. The daughter of the Alpha of Redcliff Pack. The same woman Mrs. Hale had once praised at the full moon banquet for her bloodline, the same woman she had called the perfect mother for Blackthorn’s future heir. And her stomach was already beginning to swell.

"Your Majesties, you have beaten and locked our beloved daughter in-" "Stay where you're and be quiet. Perhaps by the end of this meeting you will have understood why your daughter is where she is," Reid sternly orders. They grudgingly fall silent and stand waiting, their bodies visibly shaking. I would pity them if they were unaware of the fact that their favourite daughter was a witch. I turn my attention to the Warlock. "You claimed having knowledge of our Queen being a witch. How did you know of this?" I ask the warlock.

She was sure her daughter was pretty much the same as her. The little difference between them was that the daughter and begun to shift effortlessly and could use her wolf powers well but she was not yet able to tap into her witch power and that gave her an advantage over the naive girl. "I thought you called yourself the head of the witches? I expected more than this from you!" Lucia gave a sheer laughter that sent shivers down the spine of those who heard it. "Damn you! I promise you, this isn't the end. I'm going to come back for you. I'm going to kill you." The witch roared aggressively and made to stand up.

He inquired with concern. Queen Suna let out a smile, she wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled sweetly at him, "I am a good witch and my family hunts down wicked and evil witches. Unfortunately, her mother was involved and I had no other choice but to get her killed" she paused, "If I had known that she had such an evil daughter living under this roof for so many years, I would have had her killed at once" her eyes flickered with evil.

A witch asked. "Apparently, Felicia's daughter didn't die like we all assumed, it turned out she is part banshee and…a witch since Richard, the love of my life, was her father". Annette could hear the witches gasp in shock. She smiled to herself as she was giving the result she wanted. She paused for a while before she continued. "And right now, there's a bigger problem at hand. The Alpha has taken this same girl as his mate" "Unacceptable!" The witches shouted.