Dark Wedding

Unknown Dark Witch











Coming from over seas to watch a matrimonial wedding take place, with our very first, accepted, dark witch from the last dark tribe.





I was told she's pretty young, but that should do. That means she will listen to me all the while more.





 I was planning on training her to be my second. I felt her power radiating these past few weeks.





These older witches now a days, do not like being told how to harness their magic. Not even from me! Even my own subordinates knew which battle to pick.





"But madam, we do it like this now,"  they always moan out, or "Madam we can't do that, it's forbidden now."





I'm not that old, that I can't keep up with new ways to harness light magic. 





"Madam! Nice to see you please have a seat.
I have some gooseberry wine from the giant's pub. " 



A council member came into the diamond room, disturbing my adoration for the Venus Fly Trap by the window.





She smiled and gittied, as she escorted me to a fancy ruby red, circular table that held rye bread, cheese, and two empty glasses.





She poured the sealed contents into my cup and I brought it to my nose, whiffing in the fermentation process.





"Mmm," I moaned out.





I was a sucker for more ancient beverages and aged, authentic foods!





It seems that the council has been taking much pride in mining and making sure Witchy World could stand against the toughest of impact, and also satisfying each and every one of their beings.







Rubies, gold, diamonds, emeralds. They had their whole underground fortress made up of it all. I also heard they have the very best foods a witch could only die for here in Witchy World.





I also noticed they had thousands of guards in and out of here. It was heavily guarded with spells, talismans and witchy warriors. Nothing compared to my own magic....





We all know what happened to their fortress the last time they didn't take my advice...







"Madam, thank you so much for attending today's Holy Marriage. You are our most welcomed and respected guest." The council member says and grabs my hand to kiss it.





My tribal group of assistant that came with me, froze at her suden touch. I gave them a nod to let her be. 









"How is she?" Knowing a sudden change of her life was about to happen.







"Well...well..." The freckled face, older woman stalls out. Libby.





"She isn't happy with her groom right now." 





My face frowned.





"But, I thought you said shewanted to be with him and in the coven?" I was confused to why a new bride-to-be would not be happy with her groom that promised her an ascension...





"Well...well... Madam, it's a bit complicated. You see she may have a boyfriend and they kidnapped-"





My ears heard enough.





"BOYFRIEND?!" I stood out of my seat.





"KIDNAPPED?" I hissed, placing my glass down.







"Let me SPEAK with her!" 







The woman was stilled with fear, but she nods my way and leads me and my women out the diamond plated, circular steel hatch.





We exited, walking down a hall to a silver door.



Libby scans her face to slide open the silvery, magical doors.





I nodded at my subordinates and entered through the colossal size doors.





What my green eyes seen, stilled so much anger within me, bile rises from my throat.







"WHAT ON HEAVENLY EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!" 







"Is this the bride?....
What are you guys doing to the bride?!" I was hysterical.







There was an African male on top of her and a fare skin man, with a burnt, melting face, poking at her interior profile with his phallus!!!





I hung my mouth open as they both hopped off, and zipped up their pants.





"Please! Help me! I don't want to marry him!" The beautiful child cried out.





She seemed distressed and I could practically taste the magic pouring out of her pores. I knew she controlled her black magic very well and that she was a Virgin, which meant a lot to her coven.







I was astounded at the act I walked into. How dare they!







"Where you guys ATTEMPTING to have your WAY with the poor BRIDE? ALREADY!!" I yelled in disbelief, again in a much more colder toner.





"Not even my beast of a son would do that!" I scoffed at them knowing how quick my son would become lustful hearing the word, "virgin". 







Being a dark witch would be a target for her. Which is why she needed to learn from me if she wanted to be safe from my mentally unstable spawn.





Shimmying over to the bedside she was strapped to, I pulled her dress down over her thighs and down to her ankles.







I was disgusted at these two low lives. I couldn't even fathom which one was the groom anymore.







I stilled in my pause as I noticed her neck had a lingering and over powering scent. Even overpowering her own. 





I covered my mouth at the scent. Now...I'm only a witch, but being around for so long, my nose is very keen.







'Gasp!'





"She's marked.!" I thought to myself.





How the hell did this happen? All we need is a wolf coming in here looking for his mate. Then what do we tell him?





"She's already claimed for!" I turned to the boys in the room.





"It's ok....Fonz is an Alpha and...and...he will annihilate any wolf or lycan that comes back to claim her...she's mine!" The darker skinned male lashed out. 





Boy was he stupid. This mark is also an alpha's mark...





"Well....based on the size of this mark." I started off placing my hand at my hips.





"The canines seemed to have penetrated pretty deeply...suggesting this too, is an alpha's mark."





"There's no way. There's only 3 alphas in the academy and all of them are kin to me. None of them smell like Hunnie..." the blonde haired, burnt kid rang out.





'So her names Hunnie?' I thought to myself.





How dare these kids take me for a fool. What have then gotten themselves into. No wonder why she's mad.





"I've been alive a lot longer than you both....I think I'd know how to distinguish a regular wolf's bite from an alphas'." I spoke out. Placing my fingers at my temple.







"Your name is Hunnie?" I said. Turning back around to meet the hazel eyes of the beautiful witch.





She seemed entranced by my gaze and it sent butterflies throughout my body. Maybe she knows who I am.





Her beauty was so natural and innocent, I could see her mate not letting her go so easily.







"I know dark magic too, love." I started off and cupped her chin.





"And I won't hurt a fellow dark witch. Our powers can black it all. We are the only last black witches...you see." I informed her.





Her enticing hazel eyes held me in a spell of awe. 




Her face was beautiful. My motherly instincts kicked in and reminisced the times  I was a mother to my children.







I grabbed onto my silk kimono and draped it over the sequins of my dress. 





Leaning into her view, I asked, "It looks very fresh, when did he mark you?"





She stared at me with dreamy eyes again.





The boys behind began shuffling their feets, as I heard their shoes dancing around.





"When HUNNIE?!" Hissed the groom.





She seemed startled and very petrified of them. I needed her answers and for those, I needed her trust.







I untied her ropes from her ankles with my magic.







"Do you trust me now," I nodded to her legs.





She tucked them to her side and hesitated before nodding my way.





"When did he mark you?" I asked politely.





"uh..a...few months ago...I marked him.. two days..ago." She whispered out slowly, looking away.





I felt sympathy for her, but I couldn't shake her answer.





"A few months after?" Does she take us for a fool? 



I wasn't sure where she was going with this. You cannot get marked a few months ago and then you mark him now... It doesn't make sense!





Werewolves, lycans ,wolves , wolf hybrids ... they cannot survive without being marked by their other half within days even. 





They will die from being unloved. 





 Even vampires and dragons!









The groom scoffs out.





"Yes, he marked me first after I rejected him." She was starting to get teary eyed.







"That's not possible. He would of had to die within weeks if rejected...Liar!" The burnt face kid laughed out. 







They were mocking her, but I was intrigued.







"Do you see? How that is impossible." I said, smiling sweetly to her.





"Well.... he can't die.." she says, eyeing the boys, then back to me.





I was growing frustrated at her tone of annoyance and I felt as though she was mocking us now!





"So did he die? You are saying?" I confusingly spoke out.





"No, he's....different?" She replies back irritated, yet hiding something.





I felt a shiver down my spine.









"I marked him two days ago.. and he re-marked me the same day.." her voice slowly trails off.







"He is an alpha? Yeah?" I said, cheerfully smiling and nodding. My thick latin accent coming out.





"Wolves are suppose to die within a few weeks of being unmarked, let alone a few months!" I told her and grabbed her soft and trembling chin.





Her softness died down when I felt a sudden zap of a burning electricity course throughout my body. 



I let go of her so quickly, I threw myself back.





Her warmth....





It brought back the painful memories of my baby boy. Why was her aura as hot as his?







 Her flesh is hot....like his...





"Who is your mate?"