Witch's House Viola Novels & Stories

She smiles through tears, tearing an heartwrecking sob from me at how soft her voice is, how it washes over me, how despite everything I have done she still smiles at me, they all do. "Look at me, Viola." She says, and I do. "Do this." She instructs, and I do as she say, fisting my hand and placing it on my chest. "Hold on." She says, and I nod through tears. "Hold on a little longer for us, please." She pleas, and I nod, softly hitting my heart with my fist. "You've always taken care of us, Viola, it is time we do the same." Xav says and I nod.

viola hummed viola seems nervous and her palms became cold with sweat, the girl held viola's hand and said "don't worry, everything will be okay" viola asked "why you came alone? what about your husband or boyfriend?" the girl face became calm and she didn't talked anything viola felt that she seen this girl somewhere, viola asked "are you fashion designing student?" the girl asked "how you know?" viola understood that this girl is one of her classmate and her guess is right, she replied "just guessed"

He smiled when he saw her smiling. “Okay. And come soon.” She bit her lip giving him a suggestive look and then turned to leave. Brishor rubbed his chest and wondered when he would mark her. The girl stirred his feelings like no other woman. He turned back to where Viola was and then after watching her doing some more cleaning, he snapped his fingers. The magic that she was surrounded with, cracked. Viola’s eyes grew wide when she saw herself in such a state. She shrieked as she threw the broom down and then looked at herself. Her dress was covered with horse dung and there were dried patches of it on her skin.

"I… I don't know…" "Viola," I finally called, "Move to the next phase." Viola didn't hesitate one bit. She wiped the blood from her gloves, turned to the small metal table behind her, and picked up a syringe. Its clear barrel shimmered faintly under the interrogation lights, and even from where I stood, I could smell the bitterness of its content. Wolfsbane. The second June saw it, she started to shake.

"We need to run! Right now!" “There's nowhere to run,” I shot back. She grabbed Viola's wrist. "Come on!" But Viola yanked her arm away. "Mum, no." The single word stunned all of us.NFor a brief second, nobody moved. Then Viola's expression hardened. Without another word, she shifted. My eyes widened in surprise as her wolf emerged. The transformation wasn't as graceful as Dominic's or Zayden's, but there was determination in every movement she made.

She pursed her lips as she saw us sitting together. “Gage. Claire. Good day.” Gage stood up and gave her a small nod. “Viola. I was just heading inside. Have you seen Brock?” “I was just looking for him,” she replied, giving him a pinched smile. “If you find him, tell him I was looking.” “Of course,” Gage replied, letting himself back inside. Viola turned her attention back to me, taking Gage’s seat. I briefly wondered about the physics required to grab Bella and vault us both over the brick wall separating the property from the street.

Casey asked and Poppy shook her head. "So they are without any magic against the witches?" I sighed grabbing my jacket. "Then let's get moving." We all left and in the dark using our wolf night vision we headed into the mountains. ***Viola PoV*** I came too slowly opening my eyes to see I was still in that room my so called mate had abandoned me in. My wrists were still tied but someone had taken pity and released my ankles from the ties so at least I was no longer starfished uncomfortably on the bed. Something had woken me and the movement in the house told me something was going on. My gut screamed that there was a tension in the air and my impeccable self preservation and survival skills

I asked, my voice coming out as weak as I felt, “I’ve tried to speak to the witch, all to an avail. She’s been playing with me, toying with us all,” The witch treated all of this like a game. The elders said they’d seen her watching my people suffer, laughing—no, cackling—as if their pain were entertainment. If only I could have strangled her when she came to me the other day then all of this would have been over but I couldn’t do it. Not when she had my kids with her. I shook my head, refusing to let the thoughts of my missing children cloud my mind. I needed to be level headed if I were to find a solution.

I'd done the very same thing many times on the street, but he seemed to master it. "It's a witches' bottle. Goat's blood. It's used by the whole coven from which it derives its powers. That's how they cursed your wife... You heard the spell yourself, didn't you?" "Yes," I conceded. I felt reprimanded, the mention of my wife sobering me. "It sounded... Semitic? I'm not even sure if that's the word, but that's what came to me," I said.

Every witch hummed a harmonious musical note. The wind influenced the leaves on the trees around us to start swaying and hissing. I knew this was nature's way of responding to our tune. Vivienne let her fingertip be poked by the hovering needle. She only let a drop of her blood fall into the cup. As soon as her blood landed in the cup the flames roared and returned to its normal size.