All Chapters of The Witch's Protector: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Richard smirked and his eyes were gazing at Claudia. There was a shadow of fiery flames inside his look. “Why should you deny what happened between me and her? Because you are The Wehr? What magic power will take an overwhelming power upon another witches, Claudia?” His voice soaked in heavy tone as he persuaded Claudia to understand the situation. His unspoken beg to the old blood witch stopping the woman he loved from her transformation.“But your soul has been cursed for what you have done many years ago, Knight Richard." Claudia stared at him and her hand was stretching out as her witch power tried to hold some bad energies to enter the Sacred Land. Knight Richard sneered. “You know that we have the entangled thread already--.” His eyes moved to Sonya who began to get up from her cowering place but she seemed to struggle to do that. He found her trembling arms as she was exhausted. He gasped to see that scene as he wanted to help her tiny body up but he couldn't do that. His so

“So, what are you going to do Bitch?” Luka laughed at her pitching tone. It wasn’t a laugh of victory but it sounded like a laugh of cruelty with deepest sadness.Sonya stared at Luka. “Shut up your bloody mouth, useless bat!” She kept herself alert.She glanced at Clayton who was cowering in his place. The wolf looked that he requested some time to heal. She spelled something and her hand was burning. “I command you to leave this territory…leaving the Sacred Land.”Richard looked at Sonya. “What’s your point, Sonya? You’re not a wolf…you’re a white witch just like Rose Duville.” He paused and put his sight down to Clayton. “He’s not a good protector indeed!” He smirked. His lips were shaping an upward lines that Sonya was taking her shifting consideration upon him.“You are not like her, Richard…” Sonya talked to him with her naïve doubt.Luka exhaled. Her eyes were rolling and her piercing stares were scanning Knight Richard and Sonya Duville in return. “I hate much dramatic

Striving hard to reach the door of the mansion, Luka crawled and her ears captured someone was talking inside. She was moaning and knew that Miller, the owner of the male voice would show up to pick her.Some thudding steps approached and with her half opened eye lids, Luka saw Miller kneeling beside her.“What’s happening?” He pinched Luka’s chin and scanned the burning wound on her cheek with his piercing stare. Luka could say no words. Her burning wound had made her ability to speak disappeared. Her mouth was half torn.Miller put one of his hands under her neck and the other one, he inserted under her both thighs as he brought her inside. He put Luka down on the bed of feathers.He sighed a long deep breath. “Who did it to you? Was that witch?” He distorted his gaze.He rose and walked out from the room while Luka was cowering in the bed with her two arms covering her head as a hurting bat did.“Suck his blood, Luka!” Suddenly, Miller stood up in front her. He dragged a we

Claudia sighed. She sipped her tea. “My granny told me that Rose Duville’s disappearance was spread like fungi in the spring time.” She wiped her lips’ tips with a white serviette. She put the cup on the table. “People only witnessed her was walking inside The Eleven Stone Gate and then, she disappeared inside The Sacred Land.” Caroline rested her chin on her clenched fingers on the arm of the sofa. “Tell me more about it, Claudia. We want to know more about her…” Claudia leaned her back on the sofa. “She disappeared two months after her husband did. But, there was a reason, a sentimental story behind their disappearances.” She looked at Austin and Carol who were sitting side by side on a long sofa in return. “Now, I am thinking that the night when Rose Duville disappeared was the full moon, it could be the first time for her complete transformation.” She took a long breath before continuing her story. “Three months before, her husband, doctor Wölfe Hügel found an unfortunate wom

Sonya opened her eyes slowly. She saw some candles on the candliers next to her bed had been melted and perished their fire sparks.Her nose could sniff the smell of fresh dews on some leaves, dripping to the ground and twisting the flavor of dampy earthy smells as the morning breeze came into the opened half ventilator above the room. She assumed the day had switched into another day.The room drained her with gloomy shades, she saw the wall was tinted in hollow black and misty grey. Though the scent of roses and jasmines spread over the room…the bed was covered in dark navy brown sheet.She drew a long deep breath. ‘I wish I could see the morning sun, breathe in some fresh air into my lungs and taste freedom outside…’ She bent her head down and scooped her face with two hands. Her fingers stroked into the hair that becoming more tousled from the night sleep.Some thudding steps sounded walking through the stairs and Sonya sighed as she heard the snapping fingers three times.Ri