Witch's Daughter Novels & Stories

she insisted softly. I held her gaze for a moment, debating whether to confide in her about Alexander, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, I seized the opportunity to tell her about the witches’ request. “The witches need your help, Mother.” She released me gently and moved closer to my desk. “Do they? How did they find out you were my daughter?” “Well, they put two and two together, I suppose. Witchcraft stuff,” I lied, avoiding her gaze. “If there’s one thing I know about my daughter, it’s that she’s terrible at lying,” she countered, turning to face me directly.

“Yes, because none would defy a sorcerer’s command. Perhaps a few were willing, but I assure you most were forced to do his bidding… and they lost their lives in the process.” “So, the witches obey the sons of Roja like a wolf does his Alpha…” I remark, blowing out a string of smoke, my eyes glimmering as I let the revelation sink in. “Then… is that the reason that you are hiding in fear? That I will command you to do my biddings?” “I already lost my daughter. I did not want to lose anyone else…” Her gaze flickers to the kitchen and I cock a brow. “Do you have more family?”

I paused, “If the Raven Witch does have a daughter, she is my fiancee, and it is my duty to protect her.” Dalena's reddish-brown eyes stared at me, “I believe you. If Princess Sibyl is my sister's daughter, we must bring her back. She is the first child of a witch and a human, and if her identity is known, she will be in danger.” “I'm at your service.”

When Naia asked her how he looked, she explained that it was a wolf. Hearing that her daughter is positive about it made Naia think that both of them crossed worlds. She immediately knew that her daughter is special and that she’s a mate to a wolf. So, she did what any loving mother would do to her child. She left the Witches’ Realm and took her daughter with her. Just so she could be with her mate. All the witches branded her as a traitor. But she didn’t care about anything as long as her child was happy.

“Why the girl? She is going to be weaker and we will take down the Lycans.” “Yeah! We can take her down!” “Silence!” The elder witch spoke up, she was looking at the man who caused the commotion, “Don't you know anything? She is the daughter of King Lucius who is the last purebred Lycan King. She coming from a purebred Lycan is the direct descendant of the daughters of the moon!”

Her brother Rick even though he had witch's blood he didn't have those abilities because witches were always female. Now Rick's 5-year-old daughter is their new target. During a mating ball. Where different packs assemble for finding their mates. The little girl gets kidnapped and Alice is lured out to save her. Finally, the witch and those who betrayed them are killed and Lucian and Alice live happily ever after.

“No. This cannot be.” People began to look at us. Victoria turned to them. “She did something to him.” My blood went cold. “She is a witch,” Victoria said, louder now. “I knew it. I always knew there was something wrong with her. The daughter of traitors has been hiding in this house and using witchcraft against the future Alpha.” “That is not true,” I said. Her hand struck my face before I could say more. “You dare deny it?” The hall began to stir around us. Wolves moved closer, whispering the words they had always wanted to say. Witch. Traitor. Curse. They passed from mouth to mouth so quickly that, within seconds, it no longer sounded like an accusation. It sounded like a verdict.

while its retractable wings pulled back to a size of a pigeon. “It’s livestock, Siegfried. The human will eat it later.” “We can kill the human now, if you wished it, Mistress.” “I know the girl. She is the daughter of the fishmonger at the foot of the hillside–” The witch and her now several lackeys swayed their heads and the detached, petrified limbs altogether to the rumbling snoozing. “Huh? Hee-hee-hee,” the cherub morphed from the cupid’s arrow brush, a ubiquitous weed, again stared imploringly to its mistress. The swollen fingers tapping each other.

I'm the daughter of a powerful witch and well protected if you've forgotten" she whispered in my ears, laughed again, and walked out. I groaned. I've ruined my life. I didn't kill my father. It was purely an accident but this witch's daughter took a video of that night claiming I killed my father and sadly, there's nothing I could do. I couldn't see where she kept the videos and I couldn't harm her also. She's well protected. I tried killing her with a silver knife but she resisted.

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.