Witchcraft Numbers Novels & Stories

“Bitches, come out! No need to hide. Your cunts stink!” I stopped cold as I spotted two rows of archers ahead when the dust settled. Seven men in the front dropped to one knee, strings taut and arrows nocked. Five men stood behind them, their arrows trained on me as well, ready to fly, to harm, and to murder. “Fuck, they have a formation,” I murmured. “And thirteen is definitely a cult number. There’s a Judas among them.” Then I spotted that there were more than thirteen archers. Behind them, dozens of witches in white robes, as if they were virgins, spread their legs wide and stretched their arms, ready to unleash their nasty spells. Fuckers were already chanting, probably summoning Satan.

I want updates from when we were gone. I'm going to go shower." The darkness barely registered in my mind, but it did just enough to realize that Grace was probably sleeping now, so I chose to shower really quick in a guest room. I felt refreshed and more awake after the shower. My head felt clearer as I made my way to my office. "Anyone come up with anything new?" I asked as I walked into my office. "No. There are no leads on where Sandra or any other of the witches live. But we only know of about 7 of them and know of should be used loosely. We have heard rumors of is a more accurate description.

"That's right! Make us feel good, honey, and we'll let you go!" "I heard that the beds in the Crescent Order are very large and bouncy…" "There are only about 7,000 hot young women for us 10,000 men, though. Maybe we should share a girl among ourselves?" "Why are all women in this Order so hot and sexy? These witches make my heart race!"

Then more. Snarls explode around me. Marek shifts, his silver fur gleaming through the mist. The warriors follow suit, growling, snapping, their claws scraping the earth. The rogues are fast, unhinged, their bodies jerking like puppets. But there aren’t many of them—eight, maybe ten at most. It’s not about the numbers. It was never about the numbers. The witches sacrificed these rogues to distract us.

I said, and she nodded. Mason stopped pacing about the place and sat next to her, which made her move closer to me, leaving her sandwiched in the middle. I looked at her phone screen, and she was still looking at the form. "There is a section that shows the slots available and the number of people that have signed up. " She said, and that piqued my interest, and so did it pique Mason's interest because we both leaned close to look at her phone screen. I was shocked at the number of wolves that had signed up already. Over a thousand, and it was still counting.

retreating his hand and rubbing the back of his neck with an aloof smile on his face. “Hello” Said Karina then she quickly continued to walk passed him out the door. “Wow everyone is sooo nice” Trevor said sarcastically as he walked toward us. “First they greet us with wolfsbane, then chain us up, what’s next? One of us get’s sacrificed?” Trevor said jokingly toward Jeff, but Jeff was unmoving now staring out the window of the log cabin. Outside, you could clearly see the kids from the coven playing hide and seek as if nothing happened. You look to the right and there were teenagers practicing their powers on a small training course but to the left of that you could see a congregation of th

’ Tears fell from my eyes as my heart broke open with the pain of not knowing where she was or if she was okay. ***** CAMDEN The gym was my battlefield at the moment. The punching bag and padded walls were the focus for my frustration and anger. Another trail turned cold. Another nine bodies added to the casualties list of The Riverton Sisters who were twin witches that practiced a specific type of dark magic involving infants. They left sixty-two mutilated bodies across five states. My team had intel of their whereabouts, but they were long gone when we got there.