Lovers Have Fallen (Editing In Process)

Chapter one: Meeting of the witch hunter

This is my first story on Wattpad, so please tell me what you think. Sorry for the grammar errors. I will fix it as soon as possible—picture of the witch hunter above.

Every morning was "typical" for Raven—if you considered being a teenage witch attending human high school typical. Her father's brilliant solution to her getting expelled from her last school (due to some unfortunate "physical altercations") was to move them to a new town. As if starting over wasn't hard enough, she had to hide who she really was.

Raven hadn't always been alone with her dad. Her mother had died—or so she'd been told—when Raven was just a baby. Now, at sixteen, she was a striking figure with midnight-black hair streaked with royal purple, dark blue eyes that seemed to hold secrets, and a lean frame that made her seem taller than she was. And this morning, like every morning lately, she woke up dreading the day ahead.

The fluorescent lights of Blazing Warrior High School buzzed overhead as Raven made her way to the office, her purple combat boots echoing in the empty hallway. The school was massive compared to her old one—all gleaming floors and endless corridors that seemed designed to make new students feel lost. She clutched her schedule, trying to ignore the tingling sensation at the base of her skull—the one that usually meant trouble was brewing.

Biology with Mr. Conner was first. She found the classroom and stepped inside, immediately feeling every eye in the room turn toward her. The teacher, a man with kind eyes and graying temples, took her schedule and nodded.

"Welcome, Raven. Please take a seat next to Jake," he said, gesturing to an empty desk.

The boy—Jake—looked up at her with an intensity that made her magical senses buzz. Black hair, dark clothes, and a smile that seemed friendly enough, but something about him set off warning bells in her mind. "Remember what Dad always says," she thought to herself. "Trust is a luxury a witch can't afford in the human world."

The cafeteria was a circus of noise and movement, but Raven had found her quiet corner. She was lost in her artwork—a detailed sketch of a zombie hand reaching through disturbed earth—when a shadow fell across her paper.

"That's pretty dark," Jake said, sliding into the seat across from her. "But beautiful, in a creepy way."

Raven's heart jumped, both from surprise and something else she couldn't name. That strange feeling around him hadn't gone away. If anything, it had gotten stronger.

"Can I tell you something?" Jake leaned forward, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "Something you can't tell anyone—not even your father?"

Raven nodded, though every magical instinct screamed at her to run.

"I'm a witch hunter." The words fell like stones between them. "My parents were murdered by a witch named Willow. She was good once, they say, until witch hunters—my parents—killed someone she loved. And you..." His eyes searched her face with an unsettling intensity. "You look just like her."

The world tilted sideways. Willow. Her mother's name had been Willow. Hadn't it? The carefully constructed story of her mother's death suddenly felt as fragile as tissue paper in rain. With trembling fingers, Raven pulled out her phone. She had to know the truth.

The cafeteria was a circus of noise and movement, but Raven had found her quiet corner. She was lost in her artwork—a detailed sketch of a zombie hand reaching through disturbed earth—when a shadow fell across her paper.

"That's pretty dark," Jake said, sliding into the seat across from her. "But beautiful, in a creepy way."

Raven's heart jumped, both from surprise and something else she couldn't name. That strange feeling around him hadn't gone away. If anything, it had gotten stronger.

"Can I tell you something?" Jake leaned forward, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "Something you can't tell anyone—not even your father?"

Raven nodded, though every magical instinct screamed at her to run.

"I'm a witch hunter." The words fell like stones between them. "My parents were murdered by a witch named Willow. She was good once, they say, until witch hunters—my parents—killed someone she loved. And you..." His eyes searched her face with an unsettling intensity. "You look just like her."

The world tilted sideways. Willow. Her mother's name had been Willow. Hadn't it? The carefully constructed story of her mother's death suddenly felt as fragile as tissue paper in rain. With trembling fingers, Raven pulled out her phone. She had to know the truth.