The Witch

A/N.

Hey guys :)

Sooo, I wanted to wait to put this story on here until it was finished but a lot of readers (I won’t name names ;)) have begged me for one more story in this universe. They even contacted me on fb and messenger, lol.

I have a lot of chapters ready but writer’s block is a real thing that could happen to me. I hope it doesn’t but you never know. If it happens, I apologize in advance.

A lot of characters from my other fantasy stories pop up in this one. It’s not necessary to read them to follow this one but I recommend it. It can get a little confusing with all the different characters,. So, if you do decide to read the stories, I recommend doing it in this order:

Nature calls - Monster - The Howl - Rogue - The Slayer - The Storm. I also recommend reading my story Medium.

You should know that English isn’t my first language, so there will be grammar and spelling mistakes. Hope you’ll survive :)

Much love to all of you.

Tina.

Mila’s POV.

“Here you go. This will help with your back pain. Just apply it on your lower back in the morning and it’ll last all day.”

The smiling woman in front of me thanks me before she pays for the salve and leaves the small shop. It’s a shop that sells organic healthcare products. Salves, lotions and stuff like that.

It’s owned by a witch, which suits me just fine because I’m one too. She just doesn’t know that. I don’t know why I haven’t told her. I think it’s because I want to keep it a secret. That way, hunters won’t be able to find me.

I drink a brew every morning that mutes my magic aura. All witches have a magic aura. It shines light blue. Normal humans can’t see them but us witches can.

I also use magic to change my eye color to hide from hunters. My eyes are green with a fiery yellow/orange color around the pupils. That’s not exactly normal. My parents’ eye colors were normal so why my eyes are like this, I don’t know.

Hunters use potions, which makes them able to see our auras if we don’t drink the brews that mutes them.

Hunters are dangerous people who abduct supernaturals. They torture them and do experiments on them. I’ve heard that they’ve found a way to copy a witch’s aura. That’s how they can see us.

I look at the clock and see that it’s closing time so I start stocking the shelves so everything’s ready for when the shop opens tomorrow. The owner, Deidra, locks the door before she helps me stock the shelves.

“So, Mila. What are your plans for the weekend?” she asks, putting a bottle of lotion for aching joints on a shelf. I shrug. “Not much. I was invited to a party but I’m not sure I’m going.”

“Why not?”

“Because I was thinking of taking a short trip down south. I have a friend there I haven’t seen for a while.”

Well, that’s a lie. I don’t have any friends. Well, I guess I'd call Deidra a friend but she’s the only one. I’ve been on the move since I ran away from home. I move from town to town every six months, finding small jobs here and there.

I move so often because I’m afraid of being caught by hunters, just like my parents were. I haven’t been strong enough to defend myself. My magic is strong now, though, so I’m hoping I can settle down soon.

It won’t be long before I move again, which is a shame because I like it in this town. And I love my job. Deidra is an amazing boss, and I get to sell organic healthcare products. That’s right up my alley.

I love making my own products. I don’t have many because they can’t fit in the trailer on my bike. My whole life is in that trailer so there simply isn’t room for them.

I guess I’m what you'd call homeless. I sleep in the forest at the moment. You may think that’s stupid but I’m saving up to buy a small building with a garden down south where the climate is nice and warm. There I’ll open a shop where I’ll sell my own organic healthcare products. That’s my dream. To make products that can help people.

“Visiting your friend sounds like a good idea. Besides, you’re not a party person,” Deidra says, winking at me. I smile as I shake my head. “You’re right about that. Alright, do you need any more help today, Deidra?”

“No, you can go. See you on Monday, honey.”

We say goodbye before I get my bag and leave the shop. Then I get on my bike and start riding down south to see if I can find a town I like. If I do, I’ll move down there in a month and find another job and maybe look for a building I can buy. I should have enough money to buy one in a couple of months.

I can’t wait to settle down. As I said, my magic is strong now so now I can defend myself if anything should happen.

When I lived at home, I belonged to a coven where I learned how to use my magic but when my parents were taken by hunters, I ran away and never looked back. I haven’t belonged to a coven since then. I can’t find one I fit in.

That’s because the witches I’ve met have never used offensive magic. They only use defensive magic, which isn’t enough for me. Not when I’m homeless. I’ve killed some rogues who tried to kill me because they wanted my things. They actually tried to kill me because of small things like that.

So, I used offensive magic. I hate doing it, but it can be necessary.

Luckily, I haven’t met many evil rogues. I’ve lived with small groups of peaceful ones. I often did that if I found them when I moved.

I hope I can find another group I can spend time with. I should be able to because I’ll only settle down in a town near a forest. I need a forest to pick herbs and weeds I can use in my products until I have a garden. Plus, I simply love the forest. Taking a walk through one calms my mind and makes me relax because I’m in nature.

After a while of riding my bike, I find a nice, small one where I stop. Getting off my bike, I push it into the forest until I come to a small clearing, making me smile. This is a perfect spot where I can sleep.

Resting my bike against a tree, I start a small fire before taking some vegetables out of my trailer so I can make soup over the fire.

Just as I’m about to eat, I feel something. A shift in the ground, telling me that someone’s coming. I quickly get up and hide behind a tree before I make a ball of energy between my hands I can defend myself with if it’s someone who wants to harm me.

I can’t hear anything, though, I can only feel that someone’s coming closer and closer until I hear a woman’s voice.

“You can come out from behind the fucking tree.”

Holding my breath, I reach out my senses to feel what kind of energy the person has.

It’s a very strong energy, which surprises me because I’ve never met anyone with that kind of energy before. It must be a supernatural. A very powerful one.

I hear her sigh before she says, “I’m not going to fucking hurt you.”

Making the energy ball between my hands disappear, I peek out from behind the tree and see a woman, who's just as small as I am, standing by the fire. She has black hair with orange streaks in it and is wearing a black hoodie, black tights, and black sneakers.

She tilts her head to the side and studies me, an almost soft smile tugging on her lips. “What’s your name?” I study her too because I can’t figure out what kind of supernatural she is. Her aura is a fiery orange, which I’ve never seen before.

“Who wants to know?”

“My name is Kat.”

I slowly get out from behind the tree, ready to fire an offensive energy ball at her if she attacks me. She holds out her hand and I look at it for a moment before I shake it. Then, to my surprise, she sits down on the ground, getting comfortable by the fire.

“Sit down. I won’t bite.”

I look at her for a moment before I slowly lower myself to the ground on the other side of the fire, folding my legs under me. She looks in the pot with boiling soup as she inhales deeply. “That smells good. Can I have some? I’m fucking starving.”

“Uh, sure,” I say, giving her my spoon. Without blowing on it, she puts a spoonful of boiling soup into her mouth, making me raise my brows in shock. “Uh, doesn’t it burn your throat?” She shrugs. “Nah. I burn hot. It’s a hellcat thing.”

Now my brows shoot all the way up to my hairline. She’s a freaking hellcat? That explains her strong energy and aura.

I’ve heard about them before from other witches who have met them. I know they’re rulers and protectors of us supernaturals, I just didn’t know they felt that powerful.

She notices my expression, making her quirk a brow. “What?”

“Oh, uh, nothing,” I say, looking away from her intense eyes. She chuckles. “I bet I feel powerful.” Frowning, I pretend I don’t know what she’s talking about. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re a witch. My energy must feel strong to you.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking abo-.”

“Cut the crap. I’m a fucking hellcat. I can feel what kind of supernatural you are.”

Swallowing, I fiddle with my fingers. “Right.” She studies me again as she asks, “so, what’s your name?”

I look at her for a moment before I say, “Mila.” She gives me an almost soft smile. “Nice to meet you, Mila. What are you doing out here?”

“Well, I was about to eat.”

She bites back a smirk. “Yes, thank you. I figured. I mean, why the fuck are you going to sleep out here?” I frown. “How do you know I’m going to sleep here?” She nods to my bike. “You have a sleeping bag in your trailer and it’s getting late. So I’ll ask again. Why are you going to sleep out here?”

“Because I don’t have a home,” I say, shrugging. She looks at me intensely for a moment before asking, “don’t you belong to a coven?” I shake my head. “No.”

“Hm. Want a place to stay? My pack is an hour away from here. You can have a house.”

I quickly shake my head. “No, thank you. I’m going to buy a place down south soon.”

“Don’t you want a place to stay until then?” she asks, quirking a brow. I shake my head again. “No thank you. Thanks for the offer, though.” She eats one last spoonful of soup before drying her mouth with the back of her hand. “Alright. If you change your mind, come find us. We have a very large territory. You won’t be able to miss it.”

I give her a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, I will.” She nods, gets up, and leaves without saying another word, leaving me feeling a little mystified. She didn’t seem that bad. Some rumors about the hellcats say that they’re vicious but I didn’t get that impression. She seemed like she cared. Why else would she offer me a place to stay?

Shaking my head, I take the spoon, clean it with a wet wipe, and eat the rest of the soup. When I’ve packed the pot in my trailer, I get my sleeping bag and get comfortable on the ground. I look up into the sky and watch the twinkling stars for a while, while I think about Kat.

She seemed nice. I’ve heard what good protectors and rulers the hellcats are but there are still rumors about how brutal they can be. That must be to evil supernaturals. Kat really did seem like she cared, so they can’t be that bad.

After a while, I sigh in contentment, enjoying being in the middle of nature. Enjoying the calm it gives me. Enjoying my connection with it.

I would call myself a gentle person. Not that I can’t be fierce when I need to be, but I just want to live a peaceful life where I don’t have to be.

I wonder if I’ll ever find someone to share it with. It would be great if I had a mate somewhere in the world, but I doubt I have one. I doubt I’m that lucky.

It would just be nice to have someone to share my life with. Of course, it would have to be one who accepts I’m a witch. I can’t exactly date a normal human because they can’t know about us supernaturals. That would only create more hunters, which would be terrible.

I’ve heard that the hellcats took down the hunter’s headquarters some years ago. That was after the hunters took my parents.

The rumors say that there aren’t any hunters left but I’m not taking any chances. I’m always going to be looking over my shoulder. I’m always going to be careful.

Looking at the stars again, I sigh as I think about if I have a mate. Then I could belong somewhere. Then I could belong to a pack. I could have a nice house with a nice garden and I could open a shop with organic healthcare products.

Maybe I could do that in the pack? Or I could open one in the nearest town.

Smiling to myself, I fall into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about brown eyes.

~~~~

I’m yanked off the ground, making my eyes snap open. They widen when I see a group of smirking men standing in front of me. I can tell that they’re rogues because of the colors of their auras, which is brown, but they’re mixed with dark grey, which is bad. Very bad because that means they’re bad people.

I struggle against the grip of my neck, but the man who’s holding me only tightens his hold on me, making it hurt.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?”

I struggle harder but it just makes the man let out a chuckle I don’t like. “What's a little girl like you doing in my forest?” the man whispers in my ear. His breath fanning over my neck makes a chill run down my spine.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was your forest. Let me go and I’ll leave.”

He chuckles an evil chuckle, sending another chill down my spine.

I’m about to make an energy ball between my hands but another man is in front of me in a flash, holding my hands down, preventing me from doing it.

“Ahh. We have a witch,” the man who’s holding me says. “We could use a witch in our group.” He tightens his grip on my neck so much it makes me whimper in pain. Then he lets go of me, yanking my head back by my hair instead.

“What do you say, little girl? Are you interested?”

Even though it hurts my scalp, I shake my head. “No, I just want to be left alone. Please let me go.” He chuckles that evil chuckle again. “I don’t think so!” Letting go of my hair, he spins me around and crashes his lips firmly on mine, making me want to throw up.

I struggle again but he grabs my neck in a vice grip, making it impossible to pull back. When he finally pulls back, he lets go of me, smirking. “You’re a delicious one, little girl. I think I’ll make you mine.”

Then he does the worst thing that could ever happen. He grabs me and puts his hand on the side of my head, yanking it to the side before he sinks his canines into my neck.