Black Witch Series Novels & Stories

I could feel the weight of Xavier’s protective gaze on me, but I pushed forward, knowing this was necessary. The witches stood before the gathered Alphas, the silence around us thick with anticipation. The air itself seemed to hum with the magic that was about to unfold. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to speak the words that would lift the curse. The witch began, her voice clear and unwavering. “I, Alyssa Black, of the Bloodmoon Pack, as well as Queen and Luna of the Werewolf Realm, break the curse that has caused the death of the Alphas.”

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.

“And the tether?” He hesitated. It wasn’t evasion; it was the weight of choosing a staircase that only went down. “The witches were losing children to their own power. They needed ground. A Lycan’s body can burn clean—the old blood makes good armor.” His gaze met hers. “I volunteered. I told myself it was duty. It was also penance.” “For surviving,” she said. “For surviving him.” He let out a breath. “Serane designed the first ritual that worked. Your mother… refined it. She made it merciful.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

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.

"Don't tell me that bullshit. At the same time, you were in bed with her. I know you were enjoying each other's time. You whispered soft words to her saying how much you wanted to break up with me and be with Rebecca. That was before you rammed that cock in her. Yeah, I watched you both. You weren't under a spell. Rebecca has her ways to destroy me and get what I have, but witchcraft isn't one." My sister, Rebecca, doesn't have the guts to use witchcraft because she's superstitious. She hated the stories about witches because they were rumored to be ugly and evil. If she saw a black cat, she would run for her life. I even told her about the Red Witch Curse and was frightened. I saw the color

Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

Had black hair with sparse grey ones in between, wearing his cassock with a briefcase that contained the tools he needed for the cleansing. “You all need to leave, maybe Seth and the boy’s father can stay back.” Father Benjamin said and they all vacated the room. Christine took a while before she adhered but she was reminded that the more time she takes, the more her son’s life is in danger. “The wolf blood witches have been in existence since the far 1700s. They have a rule; whatever is given must be returned. They always seem to show up when you’re desperate for something. Remember, whatever deal you make with the devil, he will always win.

The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens. “Let’s see if you can block this!!” She shouts after a moment of gathering massive amounts of energy, but the same result. “Move! I’ll handle this little bitch!” Titus says in his wolf form. “Woah, no need for name-calling. I only took your hand.” Titus’s wolf growls. “I’ll kill you.” “Well, you can certainly try. I was getting bored with your witch...No offense.” She turns to the witch and smirks.