Zoey And Witch Novels & Stories

"How can you help me? Why do you want to?" "You are now my Alpha and I want to show my loyalty and there's something you don't know about me yet, my name is Zoe, and I... I am a hybrid... I am half werewolf and half-witch." I'm stunned I didn't see that one coming and instantly I know I'll be keeping her safe and close by, she could be a huge asset to my pack. "Ok, so how can you help me?"

Zoey gives me a wolf's grin as she says, "I wouldn't have allowed it to grow for so long if it wasn't Ryker's. I may not have been able to talk to you, but I have been protecting our little one since just after our mating. Knowing that if Alpha Giovanni got his hands on us and knew, he would have made sure to get rid of it and either replaced it with his own or allowed that Alpha Santiago to do it. I'm just sorry I couldn't stop you being sick these last couple of weeks." "That's okay, Zoey, I'm just glad it is our mates, not one of theirs. Why hasn't he smelled the change in our scent yet?" "Normally he would have, but I have been making sure our scent is still our scent and before you ask

Zoey asks. “Because witches are just born with more potential than men, only a witch could've cast that spell.” Freya explains to her. “So, Leo needs to talk to Elijah and find out if he's turned up anything, we also need to get Freya a map and Freya needs to head to site that the spell was cast. I also need to head to my lab and see how far Emmett has gone in identifying those elements and also check on the clinic.” I tell them. “And don't forget, feed the wicked she wolf of the west.” Zoey says.

Zoey I scooped the bundle and ducked into the stone closet. The fox-spout poured cool glow across my fingers. Soap, herb-scent, a basin that made my skin remember it existed for reasons other than fleeing. The mirror’s curve showed a version of my face from three days after a breakup. Puffy eyes. Hair in a treaty with chaos. Dirt like I’d napped in a flowerbed. “Zoey?” Kaia called, not intrusive. “If you feel dizzy, brace yourself. The den’s enchantment takes a second to decide whether you belong.”

Zoey lowered her head and stopped talking. "Do you need a shower?" Russell asked. "I'll wash at home. Just clean up a bit for now." Russell gently wiped her thighs, then lifted her down and helped her wash her hands. Zoey kept her eyes closed. She felt embarrassed After washing her hands, Zoey said, "I have a special ability, a unique healing method of our werewolves. I'll help you first, then you take a shower, and we'll go home." Russell nodded.

I could feel her wolf more than normal. Then I heard a crack, like thunder slamming into earth and light exploded in the sky just ahead, like lightning made of magic. Hannah and I ran the last stretch and when we broke through the trees I stopped breathing, my breath got caught in my throat. There she was. Zoey stood at the center of a shattered dome, her body glowing with power, glowing. Not just her, but her entire body shimmered like something sacred, and like something divine. She was floating slightly above the ground, her arms at her sides. Her hair whipped around her face like it was caught in a storm and her eyes shone like the stars.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

He likely didn’t realize it, but Ezra flinched, instinctively taking a step back when our eyes met. “You… you’re the witch?” he rasped, swallowing thickly. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and for a fleeting moment, I imagined tracing it with my tongue, just as I used to. Heat coiled through me, but I clenched my teeth, forcing the desire away and dragging my mind back to the present. My smirk spread into a full, predatory smile. “Oh yes. Yes, I’m the witch.” “Who are you? What do you want? What have you done to Annabelle?” he demanded.

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.