Bennett Witches Novels & Stories

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

"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.

This morning, we came to check on the living arrangements, and Mom thought it would be best to meet old friends and start spreading the news since I used to summon them from this same forest when I was younger, and I agreed. Some witches started coming from different parts of the country. Once the east wing of the witch colony was finished, Mom started calling them. Since then, two more buildings have been constructed. The final wing, where Mom and my aunts will occupy, is still under construction. Nate and Bastien planned everything: the ritual room on the penthouse, and the three sisters had their individual suites just below that. The library and stockroom will occupy two floors beneath t

His hot breath fanned my skin erupting unwavering excitement within me. He leaned close to my ears. “You would not want to fuck with me little wolf,” he said and moved backward. I exhaled loudly even though I did not know I was holding my breath. Slowly three others came out from the place. They were all out in black clothes. Two females one male. I quickly recognized one of the females. It was Sabrina. The witch from the palace. “Greeting my fellow witches,” Benedicta said bowing her head slightly. I could tell that they were older than her.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

And he held his sons responsible for setting the bar high. Alexander Bennett was the oldest of the four Bennett brothers, and at the young age of 25, he was set to be the future Alpha of the Red River Pack, the largest in all of North America. The Red River Pack had a reputation of being the strongest, most ruthless pack around. They were tough, take no prisoner types, who started their training at an early age, and kept it up. Alex’s father, Alpha Michael, had led the pack with an iron fist. He placed Alex in charge of training the pack’s male warriors, and keeping them in top condition. Michael Bennett expected nothing less than perfection when it came to his warriors, and held his sons

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

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.

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”