A Discovery Of Witches Blood Rage Novels & Stories

The witches sacrificed these rogues to distract us. I tear one off my shoulder and sink my teeth into its throat. Blood fills my mouth. The thing doesn’t even scream, just dies with wide, unblinking eyes. Another one charges, and I rake it down with my claws, my wolf in full control now. I don’t have time to savor the kill. I’m fighting like hell to get to her. “Roxy!” I try through the mind-link. Nothing. I whip around and see Roxy, just for a heartbeat. She’s limp, draped across a horse like a broken doll. And she’s with her–-the witch.

"Agatha, what are you doing here?" He repeated the question of the girl. " Nothing, I got lost". I said the first thing that came to my head. "Really? What did you see?". Before Jackson questioned me, Melvin stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and at that moment, I felt a trigger in my other hand. I may not know anything about Witches, but my dad always tells me that to identify a witch, one of the ways happens to be the spark. "Hey ! You're a wizard, aren't you?".

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

I'd done the very same thing many times on the street, but he seemed to master it. "It's a witches' bottle. Goat's blood. It's used by the whole coven from which it derives its powers. That's how they cursed your wife... You heard the spell yourself, didn't you?" "Yes," I conceded. I felt reprimanded, the mention of my wife sobering me. "It sounded... Semitic? I'm not even sure if that's the word, but that's what came to me," I said.

The witch next to me rose up getting in a fighting stance, letting her skin start to blaze as flames licked the skin of her fingers looking like swirls. I hugged Beth close, trying to help her calm down Demeter as the pounding became more demanding on the metal door. The metal started to bend at a more rapid pace, indents beginning to show rapidly everywhere on the thick frame. It looked like more had joined in the fight to get the door open. One quick joint effort was made as a screeching sound ricocheted through the small space of the bunker and the door finally gave. Dust filled the air as the cement beneath the door broke and a hoard of blood soaked royal blue cloaked vampires ran in.

I watched as my people were slain, we were highly disadvantaged as we couldn't see what was going on around us. "Ablas contras ke trem téilo!" I chanted, causing the dark fog to disappear. We were now surrounded all around by Blackblood wolves. The fight was heated and with every bloody second, more of the red Circle witches kept joining. I snapped the head of one of the witches, watching her fall to the ground. My eyes drifted sideways and fell on a gargantuan gray wolf with bright red eyes, an Alpha. Rafael. He let out a thundering growl into the air, rippling through the trees and causing a tremble against the earth.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

“One more step Mathis, and I’ll rip these veins out of her pretty throat.” “What do you want, Witch?” He demanded. “Mathis...” She whined. “I’ve only ever wanted one thing.” “You can’t have me, Udie. Not anymore.” “Mathis...” Her nails tightened alongside my throat and I was gasping for air. “Kill her, Udora and I’ll rip you apart. Bit by bit while you scream until the wolves come to feed on the parts I toss to the woods.” Her face flickered with fear, seeing the conviction on his face.