Witch Walker Novels & Stories

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap:

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

I ran. Zig-zagging between cars, I reached the stairwell and bolted up the steps, every heartbeat a drum of adrenaline. Gunshots cracked behind me. I ducked. Rolled. Made it to the rooftop. Witchbane was there. She looked like a college student with a nose ring and Doc Martens, holding a tablet like it was a weapon. "You're late," she said. "You're surrounded." "So I noticed." She plugged the drive into her port. A second later, her screen lit up.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

They moved through the fog like ink through water, searching for any sign of Bree. "Bree!" Brady called out. "Where are you?" "Don't shout," Walter hissed. "You'll attract things." "What kind of things?" As if in answer, something moved in the fog ahead. A shape that was tall and wrong, its movements jerky and unnatural. "Void walker," Willow whispered. The thing passed by without seeming to notice us. It was humanoid but stretched, like someone had grabbed it by the head and feet and pulled. Its face was a blank slate of grey, no features, just smooth emptiness.

Orion said through clenched teeth. “But-” He cut me off. “She’s a watcher.” “A what?” He kept his eyes forward. “A witch child. They use them to track the movements of strangers. The moment you make eye contact or speak to them, they know everything about you.” My skin prickled. “I didn’t speak,” I whispered. “I just saw her.” “That’s good. Don’t look back.” We kept moving, my legs shaky beneath me. Each step suddenly felt like it could trigger something.

Fear ran through my body as I continued to push my body to move when I noticed my finger twitching. Finally, I had a sense of hope. I pushed my body forward, where I was able to detach myself from the wall. I creepily crept up behind the witch, hitting her over the head with the same Axe used to kill Simon before running ecstatically up the staircase and down a hall, unsure where it’s leading. I glanced behind me to see the witch chasing me, so I ended up taking a detour.

They started walking towards him, and he just moved a little to clear the way; just by looking at the bodyguards' faces, he could tell they weren't the type to mess with. As the white witch and her entourage passed, he noticed something far more shocking, and he took his time leaving the club before returning. His friends were now looking for him because he had been missing for over thirty minutes. “What were you doing, man?” Taylor asked as he walked up to them. “I was taking a walk outside, and this place is stunning.” “You simply missed out.” “What exactly did I miss?” “The witch arrived about ten minutes ago with her bodyguards; she is a rare beauty.”

Then, Carl would willingly give in to her. When the day Carl would kneel down to her came, it would be time for Silvia to crush Wilson. Wilson had never thought of any of this, and he was never on guard in front of Silvia. He only knew to fight for Silvia and kill the elite members of the Night Crawlers. He would only understand it one day when Silvia stabbed the dagger into his chest with her bare hands. But it would be too late. Wilson gathered the best men he brought once he left Silvia's room. He ordered them to go with him to fend off Maverick and Annabel. The remaining men would sneak into the Walker residence and capture the evil Violet.

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”