Witchcraft Numbers Novels & Stories

I asked, clinging to the hope of an excuse to stretch this night longer. “Canceled.” His voice was short, yet layered with meaning. I laughed outright. “Just admit it. You never had plans. Your words never match your actions, Mr. Wolfe.” The faintest smile curved his lips. Jackpot. Today I’d officially started keeping score of Julian’s smiles, and this one alone made me want to pat myself on the back. “Twelve,” I declared proudly. His brow arched. “Twelve times you smiled today. Is that a lot or a little, hmm?”

"I know of three active wolf-witches on this continent. I ran the signature against their known work patterns." She turned the screen to show me the names. I read the first one. Someone I didn't know, eastern territory. I read the second name. My stomach turned over. Petra. It was written out in full, Petra Vas, healer and practitioner, registered affiliation Silvercrest Pack post-battle integration. I didn't move. I made sure I didn't move.

“That seems to be our greatest weakness. Invisible werewolves sneaking onto our land. Witches that can separate Thea from Delta team and her mates. I think that’s where we need to focus our attention.” “Agreed,” Liam said. “Witches are real?” Thea thought to Kai. “Yes, darling,” Kai thought back. “They are one of our biggest enemies.” “I guess that makes sense. What with the matebond and the goddess gift, that means magic exists. Why wouldn’t witches?” she thought. “I know there’s a lot to catch up on,” Kai thought. “How many people are on the Delta team?” she thought. “Twenty-two,” Kai thought. “All those people to protect me? You guys are putting all your eggs in this goddess gift basket,

“Then what's wrong?” She swallowed. “They don't know who they are.” Zenith stepped forward. “How many?” “Forty-three.” My chest tightened. Forty-three. The number from Sierra Nevada. Not the same people. But the same number. I refused to attach meaning to coincidence. “Are they physically harmed?” “No.” “Then bring them here.” The witch hesitated. “We cannot cross the Haven boundary.” “Bring them to the outer veil. We will send healers.” Her eyes filled with relief. “We're coming.”

What the he- “You mean witches and wolves? Together?” “Dont look so surprised,” Fredja says. “It us only your lack that looks down on we witches. Others don't mind us at all,” she continues. That is just weird. “Bur you are right,” she tells the vampire. “Of course they would bring their witches. Just not the obvious ones. This was a great oversight.” “Hiw many are there?” I ask him. “I counted over fifty,” he answers. “How do you even know that?” Lucas asks him.

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 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

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.