How Does 'The Black Witch' End?

When Anastasia, a lower level green witch, finally flees from a vengeful wolf pack, she finds herself soul-bond to the very thing she hates, a Lycan. Not only is he a Lycan, but he’s none other than Dominiko, the Lycan King himself! She thought struggling to accept him was the worst of her worries until she is faced with a catch 22. She must overcome her prejudice, embrace her power, and choose between the witches and Lycans, all while a war threatens to tear both worlds apart. Could she really go against her own people? Or will the Lycan kings hope for peace work?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

Thirty-year-old Alice died from an accident and reborn as the twenty-five-year-old illegitimate daughter of a count with the same name. Mistreated, betrayed and killed by her younger half-sister and fiancé; the crown prince. Now in a new and younger body, Alice will do anything for revenge especially with her new profound power and friends. She will destroy all those who wronged her and become The Red Witch.

Sinopse Ingles Kataleya is a witch who was born on Titiana Island. A beautiful woman, who was hurt as a child by cruel men who abused her body. Angry, hurt and vengeful, Kataleya killed them all using her supernatural powers. Even after revenge, her heart remained wounded, becoming a dark witch, promising that she would never be touched again. With these hands, I cursed you, I condemn you, every man who dares to touch me. With my anger, my sorrow I condemn you to the most painful death.   Those were the witch's words, if untouchable and anyone who touched her would die in the most painful way. Years later he meets Igor, the captain of the 7 seas who fears no one. He needs to travel to certain islands in search of treasure, but only witches can find it. They are cursed islands, but they hide the most valuable objects. Igor will take Katelya with him and the two will set off on this new adventure, the problem is when the two feel attracted to each other. They fall madly in love with each other, but Katelaya is untouchable. Kataleya finds herself lost because she will have to resist or else her love will die in the most painful way. Will she be able to resist! Love will be able to undo the spell.  

They say the wolf witches are extinct. They’re wrong. She is the last of her kind—bound to the world as a ghost after her coven was slaughtered and her power buried with their bones. Neither alive nor fully dead, she haunts the edge of the packs’ territory, feeding on moonlight, rage, and unfinished vengeance. She was meant to fade into legend. Then she meets him. A ruthless Alpha cursed by blood and fate, feared by his enemies and obeyed by his pack. He should not be able to see her. He should not be able to touch her. Yet his presence drags her spirit closer to flesh, awakening a bond that was forbidden even when she was alive. He needs her magic to survive. She needs his body to return. Each night, the line between ghost and woman thins. Desire turns violent. Power turns addictive. And the bond between them threatens to resurrect an ancient war—one the world tried to erase by killing every wolf witch that ever existed. Because if she fully returns, she won’t just save him. She’ll reclaim her power. And the packs will bleed for what they did. She is the last wolf witch. And loving her has always been a death sentence.

The Thornes built their aromatherapy business generations ago, but their ancestors made a fatal mistake and brought down a divine curse. For ninety-nine generations, every Thorne heir drew their punishment on their eighteenth birthday. Julian Thorne was the last. He drew the worst punishment: death from hemorrhage in ten months. The only way to break it was to marry a witch from the Old Bloodline and complete the life transference ritual. The witch inscribes a sigil on a parchment and infuses the child's blood essence on it, and the curse transfers to the parchment. I was that witch. My family owed the Thornes a blood debt going back three generations, so I married Julian, gave him a child, and performed the ritual to save his life. I was terrified of missing the ritual window, so I didn't even use anesthesia as the baby was cut out of my womb. However, Julian drove ninety-nine soul spikes into my body while I was still bleeding from the delivery, then set me on fire. "Miriam is the real heir. You're nothing but a fraud who wanted to marry up. "You drove her into the wilderness to protect your position. She went into labor alone and died with the baby. Even dying, she thought of me. She finished the ritual and saved my life. "You deceived my father. I'm destroying your soul. You'll pay for what you did to them." He ignored my screaming while he drained our newborn's blood essence. I watched helplessly as my child's life faded. Then I was nailed to a cross and burned until there was nothing left. When I opened my eyes, I was back on my wedding day.