Black Witch Chronicles Novels & Stories

“The history of Blackwater is not in the newspapers. It’s in the land records and in the bloodlines that never left here.” Helena found a tome bound in worn leather, titled *Chronicles of the Moon and the Oak*. Its pages were yellowed, written in archaic handwriting. In it, she discovered the legend of the “Pact of Shadows.” The story spoke of two destined lineages: the Protectors of the Ashes, warriors who could assume the form of the beast, and the Guardians of the Flame, women who carried the blood of the earth and had the power to calm the wolf and guide its spirit. According to the text, the balance of Blackwater depended on the union of these two forces. Without the Guardian, the Wolf

Michelle blurted while glaring disgustingly at him. Sebastian, laughing causally, removed the cigarette from his lips and then shook his head negatively. Oh, what does she, a mere human who has been stuck between the lines of that Pack, know about Chris? Does she have even an inkling of what a black witch is? Michelle has no idea how cruel, dangerous, and overly merciless they are – Especially the family of Chris. They, in particular, were the worst sets of black witches ever to exist. “Ha! My, what has this little shit here been telling you? He didn't brainwash you, did he? Unless you'd be shocked to find out how he truly is. Do you want me to tell her, Chris?”

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.

“A woman. Saved by Lucian Blackthorn. Claims she’s a white witch.” The second Reaver nodded quickly. “Yes, Alpha. She was in our territory. We were going to sacrifice her for the ritual. Then he came. We barely escaped with our lives.” I laughed once, short and sharp. It wasn’t humour. It was disbelief mixed with something uglier. “So Lucian has a white witch within his walls and wants to keep her all to himself? How convenient.”

the dark witch replied, her voice dripping with languid charm. Annabelle and Annabelle nodded, sensing the sincerity in her words. The witch placed her hands on Claire’s mug, her eyes transforming to a pure black, while her hair seemed to levitate around her. She began to chant in a language I couldn’t comprehend. The twins nodded in sync with the witch, suggesting they understood the incantation. Claire’s body lifted into the air as the dark witch continued her chant. Moments later, the souls of the wolves began to escape from Claire’s mouth.

Bianca whispered. Aislen felt her hair lift under the energy, gasping as the witches around her, all the witches and warlocks of Havermouth, focused their energy on Bianca, the electrostatic charge fizzing between them. She couldn’t resist but to open her eyes, and saw that sweat was beading on Bianca’s face, her teeth were bared in a grimace, and her nostrils flaring as she sucked in air. She felt the floorboards beneath her shake, heard the shift of glass in the window panes, and the movement of air, a silent thunderclap that rang in her ears, a shift of pressure, as Bianca released it, and then it was gone, the connection with the other witches severed abruptly.

" It will be a suicide mission for the rest of you. He has a witch by his side." " We also have a witch by our side." He argued and I rubbed my face. " I don't trust that old hag one bit. You should know by now." " This concerns your mate. You should put your trust issues aside and do everything for her." " It concerns her and that is more reason I shouldn't work with people I don't trust besides the witch beside him is no ordinary witch. She is a black witch who uses blood magic even though the old hag isn't ready to take her down yet." He opened his mouth and closed it. Black witches were those that had decided to go against the witches rule of conduct and the law that balances the use of

“Damn, it's really dark. Like Dark Dark, normal humans can't see at this rate and the moon is Dark, just the outline to know that it's the moon. Something like an eclipse,” “Oh, no!” Her lips trembled like she knew why the moon was fucking dark. If it has something to do with my mate I swear I'll kill them both and wipe the entire clan of the witches. “I think I know what Alfie is doing,” I balled my hands into a fist, I had zero patience stored within me ready to unleash the greatest demon in me. “Then what the fuck is He planning to do, speak.” “He is trying to open the gates of hell,” Gina gasped, I gritted my teeth, and Dexter took a deep breath.

BBBRRRTTTTT…. The building seemed to tremble and made the three pairs of eyes stare back at the direction where the black witch was. “We have to hurry, I don’t know how long I can hold her with my witchcraft” Mellisa added quickly, Pearl was a very powerful black witch, she had old black magic that Mellisa had never learned so she didn’t know how long her white magic could withstand that black power. Meanwhile deep in the hospital where Sabrina was being treated, she opened her eyes as she felt the earth tremble slightly.

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha