All Chapters of The Witch Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Most fairy tales known to man feature witches. They always paint my kind in a darker shade, the villain of the story, the root of all misfortunes, the cause of earth’s damnation.They forgot one thing, black is not the only color in existence. There’s good and bad in every species. It’s what keeps the wheel of life hanging in the balance. My tale started when I came of age. Like typical fairy tale stories when the heroines came of age, I was supposed to use my feminine charm to seduce strong men to earn their protection so that I could live happily ever after. Except that my life is anything but a fairy tale. If there’s any consolation, at least I’m the hero in my story and not the evil witch depicted in most books.*****My full power was unlocked on my sixteenth birthday, or so I was told. Mom took me to the makeshift library in the coven which happened to be where she sleeps. She guided me to one of the single-seater couches and sat on the opposite side facing me. In her hand

The cave reeked of a peculiar smell. A stench of dampness, a suffocating sulfuric emission, ammonia-ish stench, and something rotten, enough to make me nauseated. Perhaps rats and bats are the culprits to some extent, and the rest would be the chemical reactions from mineral deposits. I decided to search for a dryer land with better natural light. I walked for what seemed like hours, climbing, crawling, tiptoeing, and sliding into different sections of the cave. Exhaustion started kicking in when I found an opening. I walked a little further and found a plantation of aconite plants at the end of the cave, wolfsbane.The area of the aconite plantation is like a sandwiched shelter between rock formations with merely a six-foot gap. One side was barricaded by a pile of teak trees. The tree line resembles a fence aimed to conceal the cave opening. With the overgrown bushes and vines, the cave’s mouth is completely hidden. If you cross the teak trees, it will lead you to the deep forest w

It takes twelve hours to drive from the human-populated city back to our pack. This is the only land travel I loathe the most. The route was not bad but we had to take a parallel road to the perimeter line of the River Bed Pack. Though Silver Mountain and River Bed are not considered enemy packs, we are not allies either. We share a two-hundred-mile boundary line with them, requiring nearly a third of our warriors to take several shifts on border patrol to avoid rogue or non-pack incursion. I guess they do the same from their side of the perimeter line. Most of our border patrols engage in glowering and growling contests with theirs at any given time, or so I’ve heard from my father’s Delta and Gamma. I was wasted last night and swiftly drifted into a deep sleep the moment Arci stepped foot on the accelerator. I don’t know how long I slept but I was startled awake when Six started getting restless. “How far have we reached, Arci?” I ask while rubbing my eyes trying to adjust to t

It’s been three years since Dad disowned me. I still remember that day. I got so furious that I relentlessly cursed the Moon Goddess for pairing me with another Alpha as a mate. I have no physical attraction to Nate, but the mate bond messes up my head, and I feel protective of him. I have this whimsical desire for his company. When my connection with the Silver Mountain pack snapped, it all became clear to me, I lost everything and everyone dear to me. My chest tightened, fighting the urge to thrash everything I lay my eyes on. I was enraged but couldn’t blame anyone.  I have a limited time.  I stepped out of the packhouse and ran through the thick forest allowing Six to take over. I ran for what felt like an eternity until the breeze suddenly changed.

Note: This chapter contains explicit details. Discretion is advised Nathan was pacing in his office. His hair was disheveled, eyes were bloodshot. The ferocious Alpha known for being ‘in control’ is now a picture of inner turmoil and mental chaos. No traces of his usual indifference and calm demeanor. Only hatred, guilt, and self-deprecating scowl.   The memories keep playing in his head like a broken record, and he can’t even stop it. [Flashback from the previous night] Laura arched her back to take in Nathan’s mouth as he explored her pleasure spots. His tongue circled her erect nipples as he rolled the other between his long calloused fingers. He planted kisses, from her breasts