Unravel The Witch’s Heart: Witchwood, #2

By Amber Lew

When nineteen-year-old Eileen is attacked by a terrifying warlock, she follows a mysterious black cat into a hidden realm. Forced into a world of magic beyond her comprehension, she learns she's descended from witches. And her ancestry is far more intricate than what she expected.

 

Caught up in a web of royal conspiracies, she finds that this is not the utopia she had been promised.

 

As she uncovers the secrets of the Witch Queens, she will question what she knows about love and belonging. A stupidly handsome warlock, Adrian, will make matters more complicated when he reveals why he's been chasing after her.

 

Enemies by nature, Eileen and Adrian must unite against a common threat—a dark force is pulling the strings to bring war and chaos to humans and witches alike.

 

As their feelings for each other grow, they must fight the unknown forces at play before it's too late. 

 

Will Eileen have what it takes to make the hard decisions when the time comes?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eromami Publishing
• Release date: Apr 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224049462

Amber Lew

I'm Eromami and I write spicy fantasy romance books. In my stories, you'll encounter a strong female protagonist who may start with doubts but finds her inner power. Alongside her, you'll meet a captivating main male lead and intriguing secondary romantic interests. These adventures take place in detailed fantasy realms, featuring mesmerizing male leads who are shifters—vampires, werewolves, fae, dragons, and more! While the protagonist explores romantic bonds with other characters, she ultimately finds her way to a committed and monogamous relationship with the male lead, resulting in a happily ever after or happy for now ending. These reverse harem stories have no mm action, and the relationships depicted are mostly hetero, with occasional bi-curiosity.

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Book 2

Unravel The Witch’s Heart

Chapter 1

Gowns and Whispers

Iturn around, only to find I've stumbled upon Nyx's body, his tall and dark figure looming over me. I didn't expect his body to feel so hard and muscular, as he looked quite lean and elegant. My heart skips a beat, and I take an instinctive step back, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something else I can't quite describe.

Are you alright? Nyx asks, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I...uh...yeah, I'm fine, I stammer, trying to regain my composure. Just a little... surprised.

His lips curl into a mischievous smile. Still, I can't shake the intense feeling of fear that the old woman's words instilled in me. What did she mean before? I grab Nyx by the arm and take him a few steps away from the old lady so she won't be able to hear us. I discreetly pull on his sleeve and lean in close, my lips hovering near his ear as I whisper: Who's this lady? I ask, leaning in even closer to make sure nobody overhears us. She said something really weird to me...

Nyx's gaze flickers towards the old lady, his yellow eyes filled with a hint of concern. Her name is Cornelia, he replies, his voice barely audible over the clamour of the crowd. She's... not quite right in the head.

I watch as Cornelia continues to mutter to herself, her wrinkled hands trembling as she clutches onto a beautiful shawl. Does she... have dementia or something? I inquire, my voice laced with both curiosity and worry.

Nyx nods, a solemn expression crossing his features. Cornelia's memory comes and goes. She often forgets where she lives or even who she is at times. It's best not to pay too much attention to her ramblings.

Relief washes over me as I realise that Cornelia's cryptic words might just be a figment of her confused mind. Yet, a part of me remains unsettled by the intensity behind her warning. The way she spoke, it felt almost prophetic.

Feeling embarrassed by my actions, I walk back to the elderly woman and join her in clapping for the singer, who is still taking a bow in front of the cheering audience.

Soon enough, the witches begin requesting specific tunes. This time, the singer opts for something more cheerful, more contemporary. Just as the new song starts, Aunt Leonora finally appears next to us.

She's wearing a dull pink dress, covered in green embroidery in the form of vines. She complements it with an elegant, white cape that trails on the ground. Her soft blond waves fall to her shoulders, and the crown made of cherry branches I had seen her wear in the throne room rests upon her head – fully bloomed and emitting a sweet scent.

Did you miss us? Nyx asks, smirking as she approaches, emanating radiance and royalty.

Of course, she says. I'm so sorry I couldn't see you sooner, Leonora apologises, her eyes filled with warmth.

It's okay, you were busy, I reply, attempting to reassure her. Her smile turns ironic, as if to say, you can't even imagine how busy and I can't help but chuckle. She places a hand on my shoulder and gently nudges me toward one of the tables.

After dinner, I'll introduce you to the other queens, she says, her voice soft but clear. But first, I want you to meet someone.

As we reach a table at the back of the room, my gaze falls upon two young women about my age. One is chubby, with auburn hair and glasses. Her attire – an aubergine-coloured dress, black bolero jacket, and witches' hat – seems like an afterthought. She's sipping an orange concoction, a robin perched on her shoulder. The other girl is tall, slender, ash-blond hair impeccably braided and pinned up. She wears a peach-coloured gown, sitting very straight in her chair while absentmindedly stroking a dozing ferret in her lap. Her gaze sweeps over me before looking away disinterestedly. What's her problem? So disrespectful...

Eileen, this is Astrid Maple, Leonora introduces, pointing to the witch in the aubergine outfit, and Nicole Cedar, she adds, indicating the witch in the peach dress. Both have offered to serve as your guides in Witchwood.

Nice to meet you! Sit here, please, Astrid says, standing and offering me a chair. Her smile is frank, yet she seems unaware of the traces of whipped cream on her nose. I sit down, feeling awkward, my heart pounding in my chest.

I’m leaving you in good company, Leonora reassures me. I'll come after dinner.

As my Aunt departs, Nyx gives me a sly wink and wishes me luck before sauntering back to Leonora. I can't help but feel watched. Astrid looks at me openly, her expression friendly, while Nicole shoots me sideways glances as she eats gummy bears from a small bag. Her attitude reminds me of the girls who picked on me at school when I was a child, so I decide to ignore her in the same way she's blanking me.

My focus shifts to the strange but lively atmosphere of the gathering and the odd orange drink in front of me.

Ooh, what's this? I ask, pointing to the glass of orange liquid with whipped cream that smells of cinnamon.

Pumpkin punch, Astrid replies. It's very tasty.

I cautiously take a sip and notice it has a flavor of cinnamon, coconut, and pumpkin. It's not terrible, but I definitely prefer wine. Perhaps if I drink it slowly, I can avoid starting a conversation. My cheeks