Witch's Daughter Novels & Stories

Witch Lily continued, still in her vision voice. How could a simple birthmark play an important role? This confused me even further. I saw Witch Lily close her eyes, and they had turned back to silver when she opened them. “Just go with the flow, Alpha Kyson,” she said in her usual gentle voice and gaze. “She’s Andre’s daughter,” I bit out. No matter how much I wanted her, she was still the enemy’s daughter. “Oh please, Kyson. As I’ve told her before, don't blame each other for something others did,” Night rolled his eyes at me.

Queen Seria said, doubtfully. "But he did. Your daughter-in-law, Queen Alicia is behind his recovery". Jade said and Queen Seria stood up immediately. "That's impossible. She was unconscious for days. She possibly couldn't have been behind his recovery". Queen Seria said, shaking her head in disapproval. "That made me come to the conclusion that she is a witch". Jade said in a half whisper. "A witch?" Queen Seria asked, wide eyed. "Yes. A witch". Jade said. "I knew it. I always knew those girls are up to no good. They may be wolves but they're witches too. That's why you can never trust wolves. They're just as cunning as foxes". Queen Seria said, pacing up and down.

And when the enemy rose—an alliance of rogue wolves protected by dark magic—they rose together. They won. By dawn, the battlefield was silent except for the dying groans of the defeated. The witches hidden within the enemy ranks were dragged out, killed, their bodies falling lifeless into the mud. All except one. She crawled from beneath the corpses, her black hair tangled with blood, her hands shaking as she clutched something small to her chest. A child. Her daughter. Dead. A silver blade lay buried in the girl’s tiny chest—Silvercrest steel. The witch’s scream split the air.

“What about the witch that made them?” “She died before I even got the necklace, but I knew her daughter. She is a Luna herself or was before her mate died a few years back. Since then, she moved back to her mother’s roots and picked up witch craft since then, or last I heard.” “I… um… mom tha-… but.”

Dante immediately went to get them and brought them to my office. Lidya, the Queen of witches and my mother's best friend walked in with her daughter, Morgan Behind her. “You seem brighter today” Lidya commented as she walked over and took a seat. She had white hair with dark black eyes which always felt like they were staring into my soul. She moved with such grace but yet, I knew how powerful she was. Her and her daughter were a force to be reckoned with. Her powers were slowly being transferred to her daughter who was the next Queen of witches so she wasn't as strong as she was when my mother was alive.

You are not any ordinary Girl, You are a Witch. I guess you are understanding what I want to say, the powers you are having, it's not just a gift, you have inherited it from your father. And your father is not dead, He is a wizard and the king of the WitchDom. You are his only daughter, our daughter, the sign of our love. When you have born, he had to return to his kingdom, as there was a war going on, He left and never came back. But I know he did love us, you. I kept it away from you for several reasons, I thought you could have a normal life, unlike your father. But now, as I know you belong with them. But know always, I have loved you and all I ever did is to protect you. Now you should

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

witchy's blue orbs fell on the little boy, "so with every new generation of dark fae there's a new generation witch to train them." "New generation," Julian murmured to himself, "I don't recall ever being told that Zephyr has a son." "A son?" Witchy let out an amused chuckle, "no, he doesn't have a son. He does, however, have a daughter who is still learning to grasp her magic enough to initiate a complex illusion spell, so he's kept her hidden."

One landed on Jax's hand; the other four shot toward the pack's living quarters. "Jax, you're one of the pup's fathers... one of them." The witch's words caused an uproar. "What does 'one of' mean? Does the pup have multiple dads?" "But it looks pure red wolf. Jax is pure white wolf, right?" "That White family second daughter plays dirty. With her wild ways, she should've mated with the elves." Thorne shielded me in the crowd as we watched the show. Hearing the gossip, I nearly laughed out loud.

I may have been a step sister, but my mom had loved me just as much as they loved her, I can't say the same for my dad. I was beginning to get pissed at her that I almost shifted into my wolf form. "You have no right to say that," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. "You know nothing about my relationship with Alexander." Annabelle simply shrugged, a lazy smirk crossing her lips. "I know enough to know that you are a whore," she said. "You always got the bad clothes, the bad toys, the bad everything. The only reason he is with you is because you are a whore."