X Witchmade Novels & Stories

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

While the alpha questioned the beta, the guards of the shifter council went ahead and then placed an iron collar around the witch who was on the floor writhing and trying to get away from them. “ You have ruined our pack!” The alpha finished saying while the beta who was on the floor looked up at his alpha in a daze and then shook his head in disbelief. “ No, No, you have to be mistaken…she is not a witch, she has been with me for so long and you know it alpha, she will …she can never harm anyone, tell that they all are wrong!” The beta named Xavier seemed to be possessed as he looked at his female whom he has marked and imprinted on, he was afraid that if she was taken from him then he will

I guess if you look like the moon goddess carved you from stone, you have nothing to be self-conscious about. Xander smiles at them. “Good afternoon, ladies. I’d like you to meet Maeve. As you heard, she’s my mate and a witch.” “Hello, Lady Maeve.” They all say at once. “Are you a good witch?” “Or a bad witch?” “Well, I try to be a good witch.” I look at Xander, then back at them. “What makes me a good witch?” They all look at each other. “Do you hurt people?”

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."

Maggie screamed, pushing through everyone to reach her daughter. "The ruby!" Cecilia pointed to the blood-red gem hanging from Xenia's neck. "Xavier, Gavin—destroy it!" The two Alphas moved together perfectly, attacking from different sides. But Belinda was ready. A wall of pure darkness shot up around her, throwing both men backward. "You think I wouldn't protect my anchor?" the witch sneered. "After three hundred years, I've learned to guard against every—" She never finished. Maggie, driven by fierce mother's love and desperation, threw herself through the barrier.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.