Witch Walker Novels & Stories

Carefully and quietly, he exited the tent, ensuring not to draw any attention. Taking a moment to assess his surroundings, Anom proceeded towards the central area. Along the path, small wooden houses dotted the vicinity. Approaching one of the houses, he surveyed the area, ensuring it was clear of any onlookers. Satisfied with his assessment, he placed the item he carried near the wall—a square white box adorned with a button on the side. With a deliberate press of the button, he activated its mechanism before continuing on his way.

But the next comment made me stop. " She is back from the wizard who Bewitched Haneef and Mummy" Hannefah said, lacing her words with so much venom. " You know that is not true" I said through gritted teeth without turning back. "Ohh yeah it's not true, sorry I made a mistake. I just remembered that you don't need a wizard cause you are a witch yourself" she spat back and they all burst out laughing. I can't take this anymore, I was fed up with her tantrums. I turned and walked out of the house, not wanting to be under the same roof as her.

I said out loud and heard Alarick chuckle. “Told you we don’t do that,” he replied and continue walking until we reach a big house. The three of us stopped and Convel walked past me to open the door. Alarick motioned his hand to let me in first, I am now having a lot of thought about what might happen inside. When I entered the house, I saw a lot of females walking around and aiding werewolves laying on the bed. The house looked like a room for aiding the wounded.

But what I did know, was that Melinda had been a witch mated to a wolf, and her male offspring inherited the wolf gene. It would seem that the same could be said for the males that descended from my daughter. By now it was clear with the circle of amber eyes staring, focused directly on me, Lewis McTavish had been a wolf. And now, the walker witches were protected by their very own pack. “You would condemn your daughter to death purely on the words of this woman?” I push down the unease, remaining where I was stood as I directed my question to Irene.

"Believe me, Georgia. Elliott isn't going to get away with this. He's not going to live to see the sunset today.” After a moment, she closed her eyes. It took some time, but soon, a small multi-colored wolf emerged. “Very good,” Walker said, patting Georgia’s wolf on the back softly. “This wolf right here is Zara, and this is Sabrina, a witch. I’m going to shift right now, and Sabrina here is going to accelerate my healing. We are going to track down the others, and when we get there, we're going to find a place for you to hide, okay?”

“Roxie!!” Walker called into the forest, his hands shaking—knees buckling. “We won’t find her,” Jenny said, “What are these?” “Amulets,” Walker growled, grabbing one of the necklaces with a gem in it and ripping it off the tree, “Witches use this shit.” Walker sighed, “Or people who want to be witches...” They heard a rustling and then some running coming towards them. “Metgar,” Evans said, spying the grey wolf shifting back into his human form, “What is it?”

I cried, kneeling beside her. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t move…” My heart raced as I tried to help her up, but her body was too weak. She couldn’t stand, couldn’t walk. I cursed under my breath, my mind spinning with panic. I had to get her out of here, but there was no time. The sound of hissing filled the air, and I looked up just in time to see one of the skin walkers slithering toward us. Its eyes glowed in the darkness, and its tongue flicked out, like a snake tasting the air.

An hour later, Olivia walked into Moss’ office. She could see that the atmosphere was really tense. Apart from Hansel there were three other agents in presence. Olivia immediately recognized the two agents sitting opposite to Moss. One of them was agent Kai sparrow, a 16-year-old Native American warlock. He was a tall guy with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. Although he was notorious for his arrogance, Olivia felt that he was very capable. The other one was Skin Walker. He was a shapeshifter and Olivia didn’t know much about him. He was around 17. He had the appearance of a typical rebel at high school. She didn’t however recognize the women sitting on the right. She was petite and had lo

I step back and turn around jumping a little at how close Wendy is to us. She has her head tilted to the side like she is listening to something. She shakes her head and stands up straight before giving me a small smile. “He is a very smart child. Very brave to stand up for someone he has yet to meet.” She says stepping back. I turn to Dawn and notice her staring at Walker. “What?” I ask her. “He is special isn’t he?” She whispered. “Yes.” Is all I tell her. “Where are we headed?”

She walks carefully as she moves towards the backyard of the mansion. Her gun with a syringe that has wolfsbane is ready. She examine the backyard of the mansion and just like the inside it was messy and the blood of a human is visible. Later on, she found a footstep of the werewolf on the second floor of the mansion, it looks like the werewolf broke the window to get inside the mansion. Accalia leaves the backyard and carefully walks to the stairs. "Where are you right now?" "I'm going to the second floor."