Romans & histoires A Discovery Of Witches Blood Rage

Something inside me snapped. I felt it first in my blood. It surged violently through my veins, hot and cold at the same time, like fire mixed with ice. My witch magic rose fast, wild and desperate, while my wolf answered with a deep, primal growl that echoed in my chest. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was rage, protection and survival. The First Ones smiled wider when they felt it. “There it is,” one of them said, his voice smooth and mocking. “The abomination awakens.”

I brace myself in the doorway, unsure what to do, what to say, and how to feel when the elder witch slices across Maeve’s fingertips with a knife and tilts her fingers over the bowl, collecting a few drops of blood from each. My stomach curls in rage. The doorframe groans and cracks from the pressure where my hands curl around the frame, squeezing, taking the brunt of my fury so I don’t go blind with madness and kill both witches for touching her. The elder witch rises with the bowl, her milky eyes downcast on the symbols as she turns and brushes past me again, ducking under my elbow. I don’t look away from Maeve’s hand, however. Her skin is just… white. A sickly, whitish-blue that makes my

She rushed out. Ragus chuckles cruelly. "You think I am frightened of you, Rue the most deviously beautiful witch?" He mocked tipping the glass of blood in his mouth and drank the scarlet liquid. Some let out shock gasp while others murmur among themselves loudly. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Hearing my name seems to have awakened their senses or therefore the lack of. Ragus then slammed the empty glass down on the bar and rose to his feet, opening his arms. "You are surrounded by vampires, you do not stand a chance." He roars with a booming laugh.

At its center, encircled by ancient ruins, the stone bier lay surrounded by thirteen witches, their silver robes glistening with dew. As Ryker and Nova dismounted, the head witch stepped forward. Her eyes were blind and milky. “You have come to witness a miracle, Alpha.” Ryker narrowed his eyes. “What kind of miracle?” She gestured to the bier. “The return of blood. Of legacy.” There, beneath a sheer veil of glowing silk, a figure lay still. Slender. Familiar. Her chest rose and fell in slow, unnatural rhythm. The witches began to chant.

Circe said to me. “What do you intend to do with her blood?” Dominic asked like he did not hear my outbursts. “Because I have come to understand that Sage has magic in her blood.” “Yes, I intend to create a potion with her blood.” Circe replied. “But that is the only thing that I can tell you.” I was done. I lunged to my feet and raised an open palm to the three witches. I screamed at the magic in the blood and called on the power of Oracle.

The woman I first saw—Inadu, or her spirit—stepped forward again. “No. Not your child. Your fear. Your weakness. Your humanity.” I was trembling. “Why now? Why are you showing me this now?” “Because the storm is coming, Riya. And if you do not rise, you will drown in it.” A crack of thunder split the dreamscape. Flames surged up from the ash around me, and behind the witches, I saw shadows. Wolf-like, but twisted—elongated limbs, glowing green eyes, fangs dripping with black poison. Witch-wolves.

He bared his fangs, blood dripping from his shoulder as he forced his legs back under him, ready to spring again. "Rohan, don't move!" I screamed, my voice raw. I didn't have my full core back, but I had enough. I reached out, grabbing a heavy, broken chunk of the oak wardrobe from the floor. Forcing the sluggish, slow current of my witch blood into the wood, I threw it straight at her head. The magic didn't make it float; it just gave it a violent, unnatural velocity. Ravena flinched as the heavy wood clipped her cheek, tearing a thin line across her pale skin. The blood that leaked out wasn't red—it was a dark, shimmering violet.

Xavier We race through the woods with Zeus behind us. We’re ten minutes away from Rivk territory. We need to get there. I know her mother released that witch, but now that means that even if she deals with them, we will have an angry two-hundred-plus-year-old witch to suppress. “Run faster!” I shout. “I’m moving as fast as I can.” She says. We growl as we continue our sprint. I sniff the air, suddenly picking up the scent of another wolf.

She tried to reach to something in her jacket and I was pretty sure it wasn't a surpise gift for me. I whispered again. This time much quicker, and then she fell unconscious. “Yeah, wolfsbane doesn't protect you against witches, b*tch.” For some reason, I didn't want to drive her truck. I felt it was smarter if I took her in mine and then questioned her in my house. Now, this wasn't smart at all but I felt more comfortable doing it.

I told her, but then I noticed she was holding her mom's diary, and the look on her face told me that she had something to tell me. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I found something in the diary," she said, shifting the book in her hands anxiously. Whatever Octavia had discovered, it didn't sound any good. "I now know why the true-bloods want to destroy us."