Payback's A Witch Novels & Stories

The witch answered on the third ring. “I need something,” I said quietly. There was a pause. “What is it?” “I need to silence someone.” I said “I can arrange that.” She replied I hesitated only a second. “…permanently” The witch chuckled softly. “It’ll come at a heavy price. Wolfsbane is rare…more precious than gold itself.” “I’ll pay it,” I said. There was no turning back now. When the call ended, I stared at the flame until my eyes burned.

“And that should have been my sign to stop your father from accepting a favor from her…. It was at that moment that everything went wrong.” “So she did you guys a favor?” "Yes." Dad nodded. “She offered to fix the car tires with her magic since I was obviously struggling, and I accepted her offer, thinking she was one of the good witches.” “And she wasn’t?” “Correct!” Mom answered. “She was a dark witch, and no matter the tiniest of favors a dark witch does for you, you have to pay back tenfold." “What was the payback? Us?”

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

' He let the words sink, before continuing. 'I get why you would freak out though, a pregnancy while Addanc is on the lose right now is not easy, but you are a witch with a wolf. You and your mate will figure it out. ' ***************** THIRD PERSON'S POV 'Oh I have great news master. The witch is pregnant and she is at loggerheads with her mate, now is the time to strike. '

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.

“And now they pay.” The words land without effort. Final. Azriel nods once, slow, certain. When I glance back, just briefly, he’s still watching, something quieter in his expression, something sharper. The machines hum steadily behind us. Callum doesn’t move. And somewhere else, Vance is comfortable, Anya is laughing, both of them exactly where I need them to be. I don’t look away from Callum again. Because this is the cost. And this time, I make sure it’s paid.