Witchcraft Numbers Novels & Stories

I asked him, noticing the emptiness of the house. " They are around," He said with little confidence and I figured what we did might have worked. Their preparedness made me be on my guard. Alvina's coven had seventy-six witches all together. We had managed to pick off sixteen of them and kill them. I used my mental connection to talk to a pack member that was in the vehicle with the mages to tell them all I had seen so far. " Alpha, Mage Melena said they sense only twenty witches in that building." The wolf said and I figured forty were either on an errand or had abandoned ship.

I already knew I would be having a girl, and I already knew that she would be beautiful and powerful and the child that Isaac had spoken of a couple of years ago. “I have looked for aid from the witches and it has been declined,” there was a gasp that ran through the room “I have been informed by the High priestess herself, only a few moments before this meeting, that if we decide to go ahead with the merge of the Scarlet Rock pack and Sacred Circle coven that the high council will no longer recognise us as a coven.” A second gasp went round the room. Again, much like the werewolves, witches, had rogues, those not in covens who practiced alone and were very much frowned upon. By declaring th

At this point, I was certain—There was something seriously wrong with the both of them. One loved stealing what belonged to others, while the other thrived on self-sacrifice and wallowing in their own misery. I took a deep breath to suppress my anger before saying, "Get out of here right now, or I swear I'll kill you!” "Henry, you and Sadie are a match made in heaven. The two of you should be locked together forever and stop ruining other people's lives, you absolute trash!"

I added in a 'sexy' voice. "You're lying." He chuckled a little. I turned my back to him and tried to touch my feet so it looked like I was bending. "Does this look like I'm lying?" I began to 'wiggle' my butt in a failed attempt go twerk. Chad went insane with laughter and his contagious laughter pulled me in but I managed to focus on my act. "Huh, look at that ass go baby!" I moved my waist around in circles when I stood erect, "hn...hn...you ever seen anybody do it better? What body? This body? Oh yeah baby!"

I said simply. Thorne looked at the other witches. Silent communication passed between them, weighted with centuries of tradition battling against revealed truth. "The prison is complex," Thorne said finally. "Thirteen witches created it. Thirteen must unmake it." "Then gather them." "You don't understand." Thorne's expression was pained. "Three are dead. Four have lost their power. Two went mad. We only have seven." "Eight," I corrected. "I have Marina's gift. I count."

Lilith closed her eyes concentrating, she was trying to feel the rogues life source once she did, she got the number. "There are 1,040,060,120 rogues in the world half of them are attacking us the rest are trying to stay out of the upcoming war, so 520,030,060 are attacking the packs, and 10,234 witches," Lilith told them. "Ok with that we can draw up a plan, how many do you think is attacking a pack each time, Queen Lilith?" Aaron asked, she closed her eyes, breathing out, as she reached out to the rogues, but something was blocking her out, she tried to push it out of her way but it pushed back harder, Mara tried to help her but they hadn't fully recovered with from Adrian's magic and she

Tim asked “Can you guess how many they are?” Ezra asked Crystal “I… Well according to the voices and those I have seen, they are up to eleven including the females” Crystal said thinking hard. “Okay, when Lucas give the signal, I want us to put them off guard, be careful so none of the ladies get hurt in the process” Ezra said “Yes Alpha” They all answered except the two witch among them

I picked up my phone and called Javier. “Sage,” he said with relief. “I was beginning to worry.” “I am fine, Javier,” I replied. “How is the Sanctuary?” “Safer than ever before, we got five more intakes this week, all teenage girls,” Javier reported with pride. We had forty-five werewolves in total. It was good to hear and I wished I was there again. “I tried to save one some hours ago,” I told Javier. “She was young and hurt but she was also angry and distrustful.”

Sage chats as she works, her voice easy and distracting. Turns out she’s a witch, and has been based here in the royal pack for twenty years. Her coven invented the Task Force tattoo about thirty years ago and have been supplying them ever since. There are only five members of her coven left now, so they live within the royal pack for protection. I don’t ask what happened to the others. It feels rude to pry into that kind of loss.

Merlin hums, “Well, I can go do a run at her with Claire. I can mask our presence and take down some people from the inside then slip out again. How many more people can she have? We’ve taken out a lot already.” Eddie nods and pulls up his tablet, then the screen shows a selection of coloured dots, “Connor got the drone up and working; these are the bodies we can see. Red ones are the warm-blooded people, witches etc. And Blue are the vamps, the current total is sitting at a hundred-and-sixty-four that we can see.” Kai nods,