A Discovery Of Witches Blood Rage Novels & Stories

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

I kept on running, following our Luna's scent, the more I ran the more her scent became stronger, and I sensed trouble waiting ahead too. "Argh!" Blitch halted at the familiar voice in pains. It was Allegra's. He was torned for a moment to either go after our Luna or Allegra. "Argh!" She yelled again in pain, now I and Blitch had begun running to Allegra. I reached the place, and it was another blood bath. Kaleb and some of the warriors were fighting off some rogues and witches. My eyes zeroed in on my female Beta Gabi, she was at an end in her wolf form, fighting off some rogues about to get to Allegra. My eyes landed on Allegra, she was deeper in the woods, far away from the blood bath, w

the witch replied. She lunged toward Rhea. Rhea didn't have a weapon. She didn't have her mates' strength. But as the witch approached, Rhea felt a surge of cold, dark energy from the blood pact she had just signed. It wasn't the wolf. It wasn't the healer. It was the Ruin. Rhea didn't think. She simply threw her hand out. A blast of silver and black energy erupted from her palm, striking the lead witch square in the chest. The woman was sent flying backward, her body disintegrating into ash before she even hit the ground.

“I am a blood witch. The finest of my kind. A sworn enemy to wolves.” ‎ ‎Rage simmered in my chest—all these years… all the lies. ‎ ‎Elena stepped forward, her voice trembling with anger. “Why are you working with Malachi?” ‎ ‎The witch cackled. “Malachi? He is nothing more than a pawn. A tool in my elaborate plan.” ‎ ‎I raised my gun, aiming straight for her heart. “Then this ends now.” ‎ ‎Her eyes gleamed. “Careful, boy. If I die, your father dies with me.”

Josh asked in a worried tone. “Listen, Josh, I was right; something is coming; someone is trying to harm my child, and they would come after her sooner or later.” He said as he told him about the letter: “It was mentioned in the letter that my littlest wolf is from the Argent bloodline, and sooner or later she would be dangerous for us, while on the other hand, the witches are also after her because they want to sacrifice her to gain more power.” Travis said. “What? An Argent bloodline? Are you serious? But we saw nothing on her body,” Josh said, as he had not seen any mark on her body of her being a hunter.

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

she said, and it came out steady enough that Kade’s mouth twitched even now. The courtyard churned. Wolves poured from barracks, some half-shifted, some human with knives in fists, all of them smelling anger and old magic. Then the fog rolled in—silver-blue, smelling like lilac rot and grave dirt. Shapes moved inside it. Not rogues. Not anything that bled right. “The Blood Witch,” someone whispered. “Shut up and line up,” Kade snapped. The fog parted.

Everything was too much that his heart became hard. His eyes started to change its color. His right eye turned purple, the other black, a sign that he also possesses the blood of a black witch. Among the two of them, only Matilda is capable of fighting against their enemies because a pure white witch can only defend. If they hurt a being, no matter how bad it is their purple blood will be soiled by black blood. Orlando knew to himself that this would be the end for him and his wife. However, he will do everything that he can just to kill them all even if one of them is his younger sister just to protect his wife Matilda.

Detective Lance cocked the gun and raised it to Ajax, "What do you want? Stay right there" "I'm in search of witches to help me with a little project and received information from several wolves from the disbanded Red Fangs Pack that a detective here has a witch wife and daughter. I travelled down here to get what I want. Don't worry, your wife is safe, she only passed out before I hit her with something hard, witches have a low resistance to pain, they're like humans," He took a few steps toward them and the detective fired but Ajax only groaned. " Worthless... "He grabbed Lance by the neck and threw him over the table, scattering the items on it.