Blair Witch Backstory Novels & Stories

It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the livings more than other elements, it will take away all oxygen in your body and around you it's a definite win if Lilan does it right. Though with immense worry for what damage w

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

She glanced at Zeke, walking beside her, but his face was devoid of expression and she wondered what he was thinking after finding out that his Beta had taken over his pack in his absence. They reached a clearing where the creek poured into a large pool, flanked by trees and lush forest vegetation. There were more people here including women and children, bathing and doing laundry, the sounds of their voices a welcome relief from the eerie silence. As they approached, everyone grew silent and stopped what they were doing to stare at them as they walked by. Merlin could feel their eyes fixed on her and hear the whispers, calling her a witch and speculating on what she was doing with the forme

The boundaries of our pack the emerald pack is fortified by the spell cast centuries ago by a powerful witch and this have made our pack impenetrable, we have since been cordial to other packs and never being at war with others within our territory, and most times visitors traveled from far and wide to get our portions or spells. I was still a trainee witch under Mia who was the head enchantress of the pack. She was a gifted witch but I noticed she practiced black magic and consulted demons when she felt no one was watching. She never took permission from the trees before cutting off the leaves even when they had warned her against such. This had hugely affected the potency of her herbs and

Pushing through him and opening the door. Blair was sitting cross-legged on the ground, things flying around her. Her eyes completely blackened over veins pulsing from her four head and neck. I wanted to rush to her and hold her, but I had to think first; I had to control myself. I closed the door and turned back to her family. "She has rejected her wolf. I believe the pain she felt, remembering, unleashed something inside her, some evil that she has no control over." "Can you help her?" her father asked me. I could tell he was close to breaking.

One Hour Earlier Mac “The witch’s in the cabin.” Blake fell into step beside me. We were heading towards the cabin, the farthest from the main house. I cast out my senses over the area, wrinkling my nose as I picked out a scent that did not belong. It was a human scent, but tainted with strong hints of the Lore. Which made sense since witches, unlike other Lorekind, were actually human. Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants.

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

Flipped the pages, I saw a mother getting shot by her own mother, staring at the man in a black cloak. I continue flipping the pages, staring at the end page of the book, the whole page was filled with the words patience. "What's with the words patience?" Staring at the end of the page, I saw the words, 'Trust no one and tread with caution' Staring at the thickening of the clouds, I knew that the world of witches would be coming together for the solemn assembly. The fact that all the witches around the world would be gathering together to mourn the death of Clifford's mother, she was once a queen mother of all nine clans around the world but the fact that she couldn't bare a daughter to succ

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.