Witchcraft Numbers Novels & Stories

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

“What was the number of the resistance most recently?” “Ten thousand and some odd ones,” Blythwitch murmured across the table. Wolfham gestured to him with the hand not toying with the weapon. “Ten thousand,” Wolfham stated. “Ten thousand of the hundred thousand wolves that exist in the Western hemisphere. More beyond that. And yet only a fraction of that train with us. Fight with us. Do you happen to wonder why?”

Damien asked. “Combined? Maybe one hundred twenty. Bloodclaw has about forty remaining after their losses. Shadowfen has fifty. Stormridge has thirty.” Luka looked grim. “And they are recruiting. Offering territory concessions to smaller packs that join their coalition.” “So we have five allied packs on our side and three hostile packs actively working against us.” Rafe studied the map. “What are the numbers for our alliance?” “Ironfang twenty-two wolves. Silvermoon thirty. Nightshade twenty-five. Redwood eighteen. Clearwater sixteen. Riverbend twelve.” Damien calculated quickly. “One hundred twenty-three total. Roughly even numbers.”

she asked them looking back at the group of few thousands. One of the leader, he was the Aliekra coven (the air element), he bowed, “Greetings my queen, this is the number of all the witches, your majesty. The number of my people are about one thousand five hundred. Many of our people were killed during that war and by that time only twenty of us survived, you can see the number of great elders like me are only twenty. As you know we witches can leave long and the number of youngster are the one many.”

Chelsea held a cup of tea in both hands. King Sutton winced. “We didn’t send any witches with them, but they saw five women working in a garden in the backyard. They wore dresses similar to yours.” “From what I remember, Kel’s royal coven consists of twenty witches.” Dina held her head high, but her dull-looking skin made her appear like a different person. “I’d estimate at least twenty there with her, just to be safe.” “Seventy is what we need to account for.” Bodey nodded. “Fifty shifters and twenty witches. We should bring at least double.”

"They're calling themselves the Free Packs." Edward spread newspapers across the war room table. Headlines screamed about supernatural division. "WEREWOLF CIVIL WAR BREWING" "ROGUE PACKS REJECT HUMAN AUTHORITY" "SUPERNATURAL COMMUNITY FRACTURES" "How many total?" I asked. "Thirteen packs. Maybe two thousand wolves. All refusing to register. All rejecting the treaty. All following Vincent's lead." "Where are they?" "Scattered. But moving toward a central location. Somewhere they can defend if humans come for them."

she added, on which Sophia nodded her head, and that was when she heard Rebecca’s mother’s voice. “In 98% percent cases, it’s a YES. A witch is mated with a warlock, and they have their own world. And remaining 2% is exceptional.” “Oh!!” “If you want to know anything about witches, then you can call me because even one of my granddaughters is a witch.” “Thank you so much, Aunt. I must say my brother is blessed to have such an amazing mother-in-law.” Sophia said and looked at her brother was early waiting for his bride or mate, whatever. “It’s my turn.” She added, changing the topic.

33% ------ Rank 3 - Phoenix Gods (196.3 B) Change - 20.3 B | -11.23% ------ Rank 4 - Ghost Ravens (193.1 B) Change - 3.3 B | -3.23% ------ Rank 5 - The Shepherds (191.06 B) Change - 4.7 B | +11.23% ------ Rank 6 - Mad Hawks (190.07 B) Change - 5.1 B | +11.23%

“Nothing, Alpha. Just a mixture of heavy scents around, but the ground is dry and shows no signs of digging, which means no one was laid here.” “Great. Come back here. I need you to get a few soldiers from the pack to take care of what I found.” “Yes, Alpha,” he said. I reached out to Nolan. “Anything new?” “Yes, Alpha! Two witches, approximately 16 to 17, were laid here.” “Okay, you’ll call soldiers under your command to take them back to the pack house. In the meantime, meet me here.” “Yes, Alpha,” he replied. Before I could reach my mate, she beat me to it.

“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.