Black Witch Chronicles Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

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?”

The cry of a child slices through the air and her mother smiles and heaves a sigh of relief as her child is handed over to her, she has just battled a very long, painful, and complicated childbirth but none of that matters anymore as she holds her bundle of joy in her arms. She is in exile from her people because she fell in love with a forbidden creature, a werewolf. Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other.

Thanks to the breach of contract between our coven of witches and the Alphas, I would be forced to rebuild my coven once again. The Alphas were wild, misusing their strength to bully us witches whenever they pleased. No wonder the contract was breached! But there was no real breach. It was just the Alphas trying to remind us of who held the power in this cold world. I could hear my mother's heartbeat slowing down. Eloise Blackwood, the only woman who could slice an Alpha's throat with a swerve of her hand. She was the most powerful witch to ever live, a full-blooded witch and the last of her kind. She was also the leader of our coven. It was no surprise that those animals had done their rese

UNKNOWN “Black witch, isn’t it time yet? The egg is about to hatch… I can see the black cracks on it. I’m losing my patience.” The Vampire King briskly uttered. The black witch, whose eyes were shut all along, quickly snapped her eyes open with her face showing panic and disappointment. The vampire King glared at her, he was confused and furious. “What is going on, black witch? Why is the egg not hatching already?” “The Gifted Wolf… she has emerged finally…” The Black Witch said with her voice shaking.

We wait for Caio to return and he returns with the news that the lady was a black witch. I wasn't interested in the girls, I just wanted to know if Sabrina was okay and take her home, but when I found out and soon realized that the young woman was the wanted omega, I internally condemned myself for being blind. Witches who crossed the limits of humanity invading the mortal plane were called black, they did barbarities to get more power or to practice atrocities. Knowing that Sabrina's body was at the mercy of a Witch of that rank and a hostile unknown omega didn't chill my blood one bit.

"None?" Kris's explanation was sobering, the reality of our predicament laid bare. "Since the witch was retrieved with black magic, her words are very powerful. As she is dead now, her body and heart both are of no use. The only thing that remains is the black magic. The enchanted water you gave me is not only a curse but also the black magic that she had consumed.." He paused and took a deep breath. "The witch's black magic is ingrained in her body and blood due to the enchanted water. It's not easily lifted. We have to be cautious; a wrong move could cost lives. For now, I suggest you help her." Kris's words left me frustrated.

She raised her hands on the air, calling all the Gods and Goddesses of Witchcraft to help her undoing the cursed of a black witch. " Let this poor soul returned to his mortal body! Let the darkness inside him turned into light! Let the evil soul who took his mortality be perished to hell! I am Titania, the white witch of Cana, commands all the demons inside him to stay away from the body! The source died, leave him and go back to your origins, the Hell!" A roaring thunder echoed in the dark purple sky. " Alexis, Steph, Drake, and mom, let's get away from here! It's too dangerous here!" Diana filled with mix emotions told them.

Black witches, in contrast to white witches, were malevolent creatures that derived their power from the torment and anxiety of human people. To free herself from the grasp of the vampire's arm and make her escape, it needed a lot of effort. As she stood, she observed the dark brown spots that had been left on the cement. She grimaced as she realized it was dried blood. Would the blood that she had spent her life producing be the next thing to stain the floor? Gwen smoothed down her clothes and ran a hand through her hair before continuing. She was suffering from both hunger and thirst. And considerably more terrified than she was willing to acknowledge.