Witches Cane Novels & Stories

He turned towards witches and hollered. Witches joined in a circle and started their enchanting. My mate, Marlekeen and Eeskra led the circle, while we were fighting off the demons who were trying to attack them between the light flashes. Hairs of the witches rose in the air as they enchanted, and a new gust of crimson red magic saturated with blood-bounding sigil slithered through the grounds of Macabantran Castle.

"The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you." "Chooses you?" "Yes, you'll understand when we get there," Katie says and they make their way out of the room. ****************************** Katie leads Sarah outside the palace to what seems like a bare wall. She places her hands on it and a door forms almost immediately. She opens the door and they step in. There is a staircase on the inside that seems to lead to a basement. The room is dark so Katie opens her palm and a glow of light shines. They go down the short flight of stairs and Sarah sees it, it's a garden.

"I'll tell you all about it later. Kusuma Ila, thank you. What can I provide you in exchange for your help? "The wand that belonged to the witch who cast a spell on your woman." "It's possible that obtaining that won't be so simple. Would you be willing to settle for a broom if I couldn't get her wand? The eyebrow of Kusuma Ila was raised, indicating that she was not pleased by his reference to witches and the omnipresent brooms they utilized. "Either you have the wand or you have nothing." "And what if I can't get it?" Kusuma Ila waved her hand and murmured, "Do not worry," as she spoke. "If you cannot, you cannot. You and your lady won't come to any damage from this.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

Cordia looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "I am popular among the ladies." I said. She snorted, then dropped her hand, and the image vanished. "Tell me Thaddious, how is that you know she has the power? There hasn't been a 3rd generation Caulder witch in nearly 100 years.." "A little birdy told me. Can you get her off their fucking packlands or not?" Cordia Moved her hand over the pool again and the image reappeared. She touched the pool and began to cant. Sending horrifc images of the beast through the portal via the mirror to the witch. Then, she closed the portal again.

Wolves howled in defiance. Anticipated this much. Rhovan’s eyes darkened. He turned to the witch leader beside him. "Do your work," he ordered. The witch leader stretched out her hand toward the Alphas. A searing pain ripped through their bodies like hot blades. Their knees buckled. It felt as if their strength was being peeled off their bones, stolen from within. The others around them snarled, ready to charge, only for a metal canister to hit the ground in front of them with a loud clank.

She had on a long, flowing gown of deep purple, adorned with intricate symbols and runes, and her eyes glinted with a fierce, otherworldly light. Without a word, the person who I take to be my cousin began to move toward the eight witches, her fingers flicking in quick, precise movements as she summoned the fierce energies of the underworld. She didn't have time for talks, straight to business. The eight witches had a look of fear and uncertainty as they should by now realize that they were no match for her. They quickly began to chant their spells and incantations, summoning all the power they could muster.

He was the saviour, the only one that could save them. “Get his wand out!” Cwena commanded anyone. The bald woman with blue eyes dropped to her knees and sunk her shaky hands into Sir. Oswic's black clothing to fetch for his wand. “Wake up, sir! We need you!!!! The tyronimics - they're here.” “Here it is,” the woman said as she brought the brown, dry stick which was apparently a wand out of his black clothing. Cwena snatched the wand and pushed it roughly into Sir. Oswic's hands.

He doesn't believe me, but he will soon. "Run along little witches you are free," Cane orders staring at the witches still on their knees but they don't move. "Except you plan to go back into that house," he says as they all make a run for it heading in the direction we just came through. I quickly mind-link my men to pick them up on the way, I don't trust that Zayn will let them off so easily. I stare at him one last time before heading towards the car. In the car, I watch Cane speak to him pointing the knife at him and I can tell he is giving him a warning but Zayn isn't paying attention to him.

he danced around until he met the cold stare of Alpha Cane, he composed himself and gulped hard. Cane walked away marching towards the brown house in the witches coven,he was now closer to Blue than ever, he could finally make her pay for tricking him and running away. A few witches tried to stand in his way casting their magic spell on him but it had no effect on him, they were all taken down by his men as he marched in. “Blue” he yelled searching for her, he could smell her scent and knew that she was there. “Blue” he called again following her scent, this time his tone was more deadly than before. She was finally going to meet her doom.