X Witchmade Mga Nobela at Kwento

Huffing, the witch Larissa walked towards Xavier with an annoyed look as she carefully avoided blood puddles. A parchment paper and a feather pen that glowed appeared in the air and floated before the witch. "To the leech king from the ruthless alpha of the blood moon pack. Keep your filthy blood suckers away from my territory. This is my last warning!" The pen vanished when Xavier stopped talking and the paper rolled itself and disappeared with a small popping sound. Larissa looked at the floor and held her stomach tightly. "I think I'm going to fall ill". She disappeared into thin air.

All the anger and rage he felt had oozed out, leaving him vulnerable and on the brink of death. But as he lay there almost dying, a woman approached him. This woman was made of ice, her hair as white as snow, her long white dress freezing everything it came in contact with. She looked like a goddess, with her grey eyes and silver coloured lips. She carefully enfolded Xavier in an icy bed, making sure the ice flowing from her body didn't freeze him. Then she turned and walked away with him, not throwing a single glance to the other witch that was almost dying.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made my blood run cold and my heart skip a beat. Beth was reaching for something. The axe. With shaky hands, Beth gripped the handle, her eyes burning with a new kind of fury—an anger born of loss and desperation. She swung the axe with all the strength she could muster, the blade cutting through the air with a whoosh. The witch didn’t even have time to react.

~EPIOLGY~ I hope you all have enjoyed reading The Alphas Witch. This is the first book in the series 'The Alphas'. I hope you will all join me in the next adventure,'The Alphas Secret Luna', where the 3rd generation of magic, William Harris, will take over the New Moon Rising pack and Harris Enterprises. While learning to control his powers and figure out how to capture his reluctant Luna's heart. Of course, we will not forget about our original cast of characters. They will need to help and guide William along his journey and put an end to the black market selling of pups. I looked forward to creating another world for you all to explore. Thank you all so much for your support and follows!

Thanks to the breach of contract between our coven of witches and the Alphas, I would be forced to rebuild my coven once again. The Alphas were wild, misusing their strength to bully us witches whenever they pleased. No wonder the contract was breached! But there was no real breach. It was just the Alphas trying to remind us of who held the power in this cold world. I could hear my mother's heartbeat slowing down. Eloise Blackwood, the only woman who could slice an Alpha's throat with a swerve of her hand. She was the most powerful witch to ever live, a full-blooded witch and the last of her kind. She was also the leader of our coven. It was no surprise that those animals had done their rese

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

Twenty minutes after tossing us down here they threw down Ross as well bleeding badly from a gash on his side - out cold. The person responsible for it was standing at the top of the stairs looking so proud of herself. Aldric had apparently found a dark witch to work with. She'd put us under some sort of paralyzing spell. I had been working for nearly an hour now mentally of how we could get out of this. The only thing I could think of was that somebody or something needed to take down the witch holding us all down here. If they hadn't disturbed any of the other pack members then it could very well be hours before people would be buzzing around the small town. My eyes were fixated on the wit

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

By making her believe that Xander was the cause of the pack's potential downfall, the witch had effectively manipulated Elise into doubting Xander's love and loyalty. "You would do exactly what I hoped you would, Elise," the witch whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "You will reject Xander, and he'll be mine." The witch's companion, the strong werewolf, stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her face. "It's going to work, isn't it?" he asked, his deep voice low and grave. The witch nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes, it will. Elise is already filled with guilt. Soon, she'll reject him, and he'll be vulnerable to my magic."