Witch Walker Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

She pleaded, and I pulled my hands away from her and stood up. "I will stay in touch," was all I said and excused myself. Things had just gotten more complicated. If John has been watching them, then he would know that I have been here. The hunter abilities made him a daywalker, and being a daywalker, and a former hunter made him the most dangerous vampire to cross. I hopped into the car where Karen had been waiting patiently and asked the driver to drive. Things had just gotten more complicated.

Scorchers didn't keep secrets from each other, they were one mind amidst hundreds of bodies. The question was, what would they do with her now that they knew? Would they think her a weapon, or a freak? Would they go as far as keeping her against her will? It would mean having something the shades wanted, even if we didn’t know why. A million other questions ran through my head before I made my decision to move. They'd kept me here long enough and hell or high water, I was getting out of this room. My ribs weren't cracked, just bruised, and most of my lingering pain came from the bite they'd burnt shut on my left shoulder.

“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.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

A few days without my mother's abuse and I forgot just how heavy-handed a shifter can be. “I’m sorry; I’ll go to my room.” I mutter as I spin from Beta Connor and start for the stairs. I don’t make it far because the white witch is standing on the stairs in a tight-fitting red dress; she has a long scratch down her left arm that goes from her elbow to her wrist. Blood is dripping onto the carpet but she seems unbothered by the injury. She just holds up her hands to stop me from going any further while glaring at Beta Connor over my head.

"Clinging to the hollow shell of a marriage? You make it sound so noble. It's you who's been pestering Susanne all along. Yet, you still dare to say, right to my face, that Susanne is your wife? "You must have a death wish for trying to hit on my fiancee. I'm gonna make sure the whole world sees what a shameless homewrecker you are!" Stanley blocked the door to stop anyone from entering or leaving the restroom, then pulled out his phone to record a video. "Check this out, everyone. This homewrecker has been trying to seduce my fiancee. My fiancee ignored him, but he still wouldn't give up. Now he's followed us all the way to our workplace. Are homewreckers these days really this shameless?"

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I held my breath as I heard someone making their way down the hall to the office. JEFF POV This is the last thing I needed, the Gamma mated to a witch runaway. Nothing against witches, my mate is half, it’s the runaway part that bothers me. What if her parents show up here looking for her and try to force her away. I’m sure they wouldn’t be happy with their pure witch daughter being mated to a wolf. The coven wasn’t exactly welcoming to our kind. I wonder if they even acknowledge true mates like us being such a tight knit hidden coven. I approached the door of the room my mate and my Gammas new mate were staying in and took a deep breath before I knocked two times. The door quickly opened an