X Witchmade Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her that she felt me for weeks. Mine, I think, dark and possessive. That was yesterday. Today, she’s here trying to flirt with everyone but me. Her fingers are in Mason’s hair. Mason. My beta. The idiot who decided silver was a good look for a beta wolf. “Tss. Stop it. I told you, chicks dig this hair type.” Mason chuckles, tilting his head into her touch like a puppy begging for scratches. “It’s giving… futuristic fuckboy. Very on-brand for you.”

I could do this, especially since she wanted it. “Think about it, Ezekiel,” my wolf added. “Marking her could work in our advantage. Other wolves wouldn’t dare to even touch her when they see and smell our mark. As for Alphus, he kind of love her in his own sick and twisted way. I don’t think he would go as far as killing her.” “You’re right, Xerxes,” I closed the mind-link. Then I turned to her and asked, “Are you sure, Kitty? If this works, I will have to change you into a werewolf on the third full moon after your marking.”

CHAPTER 133. Author's POV. Eva couldn't believe her eyes, she was still uncertain if she was in a nightmare or if this was a stark reality. She looked nervously around the house making sure that she was in Xavier's house. Realization dawned on her and it caused tears to come out of her eyes. She quickly looked fearfully away from Liam and her gaze landed on Matilda who had this cynical smile on her lips. It was cryptic and scary. She also recognized her as the woman who helped Raquel in draining her blood. The pieces were all coming together. This woman was a witch and drained her blood which could help in making a person immortal then she used her blood to resurrect Liam.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.