Payback's A Witch Novels & Stories

The most inconvenient certainty I had encountered in three hundred years. "She's my mate," I said. The word sat between us like something solid. Damon did not move. Did not speak. His expression shifted once something crossed it too quickly to name and then he folded his hands and looked at me with the particular attention of a man recalibrating everything he thought he understood about the next several months. "The witch," he said. Not a question. "Isabella Nyxara." "Daughter of the man we just signed a seven-figure partnership with."

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

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.

They clearly hadn't expected me to strike back so firmly. Mom shook with rage, jabbing her finger at me while she yelled, "Talia Munroe, you ungrateful wretch! We worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay us? How dare you use our identities to take out high-interest loans? Are you trying to get us killed?" I lowered my head, pretending to wipe away tears. "How could that be, Mom? I only borrowed the money because you were all sick and needed treatment. Why else would I have taken out the loan?"

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

The boundaries of our pack the emerald pack is fortified by the spell cast centuries ago by a powerful witch and this have made our pack impenetrable, we have since been cordial to other packs and never being at war with others within our territory, and most times visitors traveled from far and wide to get our portions or spells. I was still a trainee witch under Mia who was the head enchantress of the pack. She was a gifted witch but I noticed she practiced black magic and consulted demons when she felt no one was watching. She never took permission from the trees before cutting off the leaves even when they had warned her against such. This had hugely affected the potency of her herbs and

Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever. “Isn’t it wonderful that everyone will be miserable?” his stares were always been intimidating. It was hypnotizing yet addictive. His wickedness was making him more attractive. “I thought witches are evil.” he said with a grin. Aside from convincing me, he was also provoking me. “We are not what you think, Mister.” I defended.

Still sitting there, still watching me with that same unreadable face, but the guilt was still there underneath. I picked up another piece of toast and took a slow bite this time, chewing while my mind raced. Last night I had asked for this. I had begged for a payback. I had spread my legs for his twin brother and moaned while my husband was on the phone. I swallowed and spoke without looking at him . “I’m still serious about the request. An Eye for an eye. I can pay somebody else.... if you don't want to.....

She even begged me to lend her a side account of mine. Since I thought of her as family, it was only natural that I hoped she would live well, so I hadn't hesitated to agree. Never would I have imagined that she would use my account to deliberately create enemies, then seize the opportunity to have me horrifically killed in front of everyone! When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to a familiar room. It seemed that I had gone back in time to the day that little girl's family sought me out at my company. The sheer delight and relief at getting a second chance at life welled in me, but I had no time to bask in the feeling.

I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves. They had already caused us to lose a lot of men and they seemed to be growing in number. I attacked with all my strength defeating four of the witches but they were still coming, I had to descend from the sky when I began to grow weak. I was using too much of my power as it was. I picked up a spear and continued my attack when I reached the ground, I watched as Declan was tearing people limb by limb and snapping them in two like twigs. I lost concentration for a second and as soon as I turned back, I was blasted away by a Witch.