Witchcraft Numbers Novels & Stories

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,

I answered quickly without waiting for him to finish his question. “Apparently the attack on the Lunas was just a distraction? The Alphas were targeted?” Drake asked again and I nodded back in answer. “Currently only 4 Alphas are free from the spell, My Father, Alpha Richard, Alpha Ares and Alpha Ken” I added which made everyone exhale a worried and confused breath. Yes, this is confusing, dealing with witchcraft does need tactics and cannot be informed to the public, worried that spies and enemies are everywhere even in the form of someone we trust.

“They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was able to take their prized possession?” My head tilts up as I contemplate the turn of events. “Mathias also told me that Sahara's coven died under mysterious circumstances. I'm going to hazard a guess that th

Which I immediately reinforced with my own magic, thank you very much. The pavilion was divided into a number of sections, twenty-nine covens invited from across the continent as the representatives of our territory of North America. Like me, each leader was only permitted three witches as an entourage. Not as a trust issue, but as a way to control the sheer numbers of bodies about to descend on the site. Mom estimated hundreds, but I fully expected over a thousand witches, werewolves, vampires, Sidhe and demons to show up, not to mention the Steam Union.

"I spent the first forty-eight verifying. I didn't bring it until I was certain it was real." "Numbers." "Conservative estimate from the three source reports combined is sixty to eighty individuals over two years," Nyx said. "That's the confirmed range. The actual number is almost certainly higher. These are the ones we have specific information about." Sixty to eighty people. Taken from their communities. Sold. While the Supernatural Accords were being negotiated and ratified and celebrated as a framework for coexistence. "The Accords," Elara said.

Wolf looks down at me, while we continue to walk and talk in low voices. “ And…the witches…? And others? ” My voice lowers even more. “ There are uncountable humans ready to fight for us. There are a lot of witches too…The estimate number of our Army should be around seventy thousand humans and supernaturals combined. ” Wolf takes a deep breath, answering my questions calmly. “ We have a good amount of people. ” I can not even imagine so many in the same place yet. “ My father and Katrina have around two hundred thousand. ” Wolf drops the bomb over my head.

He pointed to his cup and placed it gently on the table between us. “Yes, I was just a bit flustered, that’s all,” I said. “Let us continue from where we stopped,” Jamal said. “Why thirty-nine people?” I asked Issa. He leaned back on the chair as his face grew thoughtful. “Thirteen is a number that represents the darkness, it also represents the total number of the coven of witches,” He said. “So, the witches are behind the murders,” Jamal said. “But why do they call themselves the Cult of The Black Rose?” I asked Issa.

I asked, then looked at Sara, “What are our numbers?” Dominique hesitated before responding, “I don't know for now. But the ones I saw moving between territories… It's organized. Too organized. If he's been doing it for years, then I'd say seven or eight hundred.” “Eight hundred?” Sara cut in, her voice wavering, “We only have three hundred able warriors on the ground.” Sara said, handing me a long sheet, their names arranged according to their pack. Alpha Thaddeus cut in firmly, “Then we prepare for more numbers. Anything more is a blessing.”

“Six are missing. A number that doesn't fit with any sacrifice rituals.” That made me frown. She went quiet for a moment, her fingers tapping lightly against the table beside her. “Explain,” Derek urged. “Rituals of this nature are rarely built on even numbers. They follow specific sequences.” “Like?” Derek pressed. “Numbers of significance,” she said. “One. Three. Seven.” Seven. I felt a jolt at the word. The unease inside me increased, something inside me was shifting and I couldn't recognise what was happening. I was snapped out of it when Amanda continued speaking.

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