Black Witch Series Novels & Stories

"I know witches and werewolves don't particularly like each other but a witch attacking werewolves hasn't been heard of for hundreds of years." "We aren't sure if the witch is directly behind the attack. Bethan mentioned seeing a wolf." Daniel replied as he sat behind his desk. "A wolf with black eyes." Ethan tilted his head in interest, brown eyes darkening in thought. "How interesting. Only wolves who have killed innocents have black eyes." "That's correct." "Are you aware of any wolves with such an affliction?" Ethan asked.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

I flush, nodding for her to continue. Serena smirks faintly, clearly amused by my embarrassment. “I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I’m a witch. But I’m not just any witch—I’m a dark witch. My grandmother and mother were dark witches, but my father was a Beta wolf. I was born with a wolf, and for a time, I thought I’d escaped my fate. When I shifted for the first time, I believed I was free of the darkness.” Her voice falters, the smirk fading into something far more vulnerable. “But their blood was stronger. The dark magic awakened in me and killed my wolf. I was left weak... And then... She pauses, her voice faltering slightly. “I met Elijah’s father.”

He really was puzzled why this monster leaped and did not hit that guy. Chloe after she fired that shockwave had lost her strengths and the resonance with her deity Jazz, already canceled. Same with her, Mai also already exhausted her mana and was resting beside Chloe. Together with their deities. Almina was about to finish the monster's life when suddenly it was enveloped by dark red energies. And it was oozing with killing intent and murderous aura. Everyone felt the eerie sensation. Their knees were about to lost strength. The body of the monster slowly changes its color into dark red. Then rolled rapidly. Because of this the guy below it — Kiko had struggled and tried to push the monster

I cried. “What did she do?” Her mum asks. “The psycho dare which then gives you the psycho curse.” I explains. “Don’t tell me it’s to do with that stupid urban legend?” She begged. “Yes... it is.” I reply. Callie’s mum continues to cry whilst cradling her daughters unconscious, bloody body. I have never felt so guilty in my entire life. Suddenly I hear police sirens and an ambulance. I quickly run out of the bedroom and downstairs. Of course my dad was called.

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin

Synopsis At age 10, Tara Shin watched as her Alpha father was brutally murdered by Lorez Blackclaw and what was left of the Shin clan fell under his ruthless rule. A decade later, Tara is treated just as terribly as back then, a slave to Lorez’s cronies and a whispered freak to the Blackclaw clan. With nowhere to go, she must undertake the blood moon’s ritual for wolves aging into 21. The goddess demands it as does Lorez Blackclaw. However when it all goes wrong, what will Tara do? Run away toward the feared monsters lurking in the dark wood or stay with the devil she knows?

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

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