Black Witch Chronicles Novels & Stories

He laughed, which was a weird sound. “Clearly, you are wrong because only a witch would possess the power to draw the soul of a man and put it in a bottle and leave his body without blood and moisture. And then take out his heart, all without touching them. They need young blood for a reason, probably they have some kind of plan but you should be alert.” Not all witches because Mia was also one but she was fine. She didn't know anything. Black's area of expertise didn't extend into the supernatural world so I couldn't ask him to find out what they were planning.

He explained. “Correct.” Reyan’s eyes brightened, feeling satisfied with Hierro’s wit. Hierro frowned as he pinched his chin while he pondered. “I think these black witches not only are more ruthless than the evil witches, but also – “ he said. “ – they have a longer lifespan than the evil witches.” He said. Reyan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh? Why do you say so?” he asked as he stared at Hierro. “As you said, the black witches belong to the darkness.” Hierro looked at Reyan. “They have extreme, and also evil, means, which makes their souls black, utterly evil.” He said. “So, these black witches should also strive for immortality.” He told Reyan.

I followed his gaze and saw Mitchl standing next to a woman dressed in all black and with nails like a tree root. Her black hair runs streight at either side if her face down to her waist and her long black gown flows at her heel like a wedding dress. She is obviously the blood witch, one of the most dangerous witchs in the face of the earth. Mitchl glares straight back at Noah and mokes him with a smirk. "Save ypu energy, little pup. You will need it." Mitchl flashes Noah his teeth and howls a hidious laugh. "What the hell do you get from doing this.."

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: Amara discovered her late mother had hidden a secret: their bloodline is tied to Mami Nta, the River Witch—a being bound by an ancestral pact. In Chapter 3 ("Voices from the Water"), Amara heard whispers and had a vision of the past during a forbidden visit to the river. Something is awakening—and it’s The Pact and the Price The village square was abuzz with drums

Wrath said. “ Shut up little witch.... ” Belphegor said with his golden eyes glittery. “ I said I'm not a witch.... ” “ Silence her ” Wrath said and Mammon quickly silenced her as he didn't want Wrath to harm the girl yet. “ How can you tell....” Leviathan asked. “ Her eyes.... Her eyes are all black and larger...Witches also have glittering skin ” Belphegor said. “ How come you noticed all this in a few minutes ” Mammon asked.

The black witch asked as she rotates her second finger. Norma Elspeth was feeling more pain, she cries and screams, she looked so weak and pale. "I will never let you back out that easily, you have chosen this path, you must not stop until you accomplish your goals," The black which said and rotated her both hands and chanted some magical words and a black pill appeared on her hand. "Open up, open up now," she ordered Norma Elspeth and she opened her mouth wide open and the black witch inserted the black pill into her mouth, which Norma Elspeth swallowed, as soon as she has swallowed it, her strength came back to her and her eyes turned red.

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

Finally, she emitted a shriek that seemed to make the room shiver. I saw Mathis’ dark fingers of energy drawing into her and stealing those bits out of her. As her body jerked over his in some violent climax, those dark fingers suddenly took tiny fragments of light and retracted back into him. Turning the room a dull black. Making it so pitch I could no longer see anything but the faint glow of her skin in such perfect darkness. Why had she come back to all of this suffering? But he was right to ask, why had I? “Bethanie…” I whispered. Backing up until I was against the door.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Children screaming and the gnashing of jaws was coating the once almost deadly quiet air. In the distance I could see the two large grey wolves of Dietrich and Vance fighting off hoards of royal blue cloaked vampires. Simon's slim black wolf was barreling through the crowds as a sea of black cloaked vampires began to fight along with him. It felt surreal as utter chaos broke out and the fighting only grew worse. Bodies had already started to fall and I felt Cinnabar begin to run through the crowd towards the pack house.