Witches Monsters Novels & Stories

Asthon wraps his arms around my waist. “ Yes unfortunately you just lost me” “ Damn to a bathroom, that hurt” he whispered before walking back into the room to start unpacking. After that, we spent the rest of the day touring the place and meeting most of the people who live there, I finally met Jamilla’s parents and they are the sweetest couple now I see how she got her personality. By the end of the day, I knew why the witches stay away from other species and live their own lives, which I don't blame them and it looks so peaceful compared to being at the packhouse, not that I would give up my members but for a day or two I will gladly enjoy the peace while doing business.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

Some were ferocious with only mythical creatures or beast around and some mixed with each other to learn how they could co-exist with the human. And one of the lands that were utterly different tab the other four lands, had no single mythical beings in it due to its rule. That land stayed in the middle of the Empire, called Runalia. Runalia is regarded as the only place where humans live without mingling with other mythical beings. As long time before the Empire was even founded, the humans in Runalia feared other beings than humans and sorcerer. This fear ran down through their blood to the point that even until now they could never allow any beings to stay inside the land. Just as how huma

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

My family. The town has approximately twelve thousand permanent residents. The werewolves are only a couple hundred, the rest being humans. Ah, yes, and witches. Thirty six witches, to be exact. I always keep track of them, measuring them up. We may be more than them in numbers, but they have dirty ways and powers we don't fully understand. I would be longer gone everytime, if it wasn't for them. There might have been a few scary incidents over the years, but in general they don't cause serious trouble. But, still, i am scared to leave them roaming free. One of the reasons my gammas are constantly inside the borders.

We damn sure didn't need a party bus. I had let Jake run hard for about an hour. We were both calm enough to deal with Gary, and it was starting to get dark. I assumed the van would have been dropped off by now. I knew I had to get back to Hard Dick's. Gary was indeed fuming but who gives a sideways fuck. We were loading the witches up in the van. When all helll broke loose, I knew it was Harris and his warriors. I didn't know how they knew what we were doing. The rouges came from out of nowhere, and the two packs began to attack each other.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

Supernatural creatures walked among them, humans. Now anything was possible. The whole journey into the mountains, she tried to make sense of everything. Maddox was a freaking werewolf. Witches were real. Monsters were real. What now? She tightened her grip. What was that smoke that the witches had her caged in? It felt like. . .hot demons scratching at her skin. Camille thought she was going to die. She almost did. . .

Yes, I think it actually worked. “Guys, we managed to bring a monster down!” Kiran yells back at the witches, his expression jubilant. The witches, whose powers are significantly weakened by the Winter solstice, look exhausted from the effort. There were five pillar monsters who were still attacking with the same ferocity as before, and the witches haven’t seemed to have found the monsters’ fatal flaws, their Achilles heel, yet. “How?” Leita asks while she holds onto dear life on the back of a pillar monster with a magical rope around its neck. The sound of battle nearly drowns her voice.