Blair Witch Backstory Novels & Stories

Brianna fell to the floor before Grayson knew what was happening. Her knees gave way after hearing about the preparations her parents were providing when they began exhibiting signs of their early transformations. Now, there was only one thing that puzzled Bree. Why did their grandma hide them instead of bringing them straight to Silvercreek? “My mom mentioned that Bran and I were witches?” “I thought we were only werewolves.” Violet laughed like the sound came from deep inside her and rumbled to the surface. “Of course not, my dear. Once you have the witch’s blood running in your veins, there will be no denying you are a witch.”

He wanted me to continue to collect powers until we had enough that we could take Brody out and take over the clan. He thought we were too slick to get caught. That Brody would never expect his own to go against him. But we finally did get caught killing a witch from the Black Witch Mountain coven to steal her power of time manipulation. Brody went ballistic like she was his damn mama bear or something. He rejected us both and threw us in his dungeon.

Blair—the woman whose death had made my life miserable until Elarian came into it—she was the one who. “And there’s more,” Jonathan continued, pulling me from my thoughts. “While trying to capture her, we discovered something else: she can do dark magic.” A gasp escaped me as I whipped my head toward Blair and back to Jonathan. None of it made sense. Blair had been a sweet, innocent woman, incapable of something as dangerous as black magic. In fact, she had died because of that very same black magic. But she was standing before me now—how was that even possible?

’ I pleaded silently, straining against the magical bonds with all my might. ‘Almost there,’ Arena assured, her voice steady despite the chaos. But before her magic could shatter their binding spell, my heart nearly stopped. My blood ran cold as I saw the other witch grab Blair’s hair, yanking her head to one side with brutal force. Blair screamed, struggling against her captor, but it was no use. The witch’s canines elongated, sharp and deadly, and my eyes widened in horror. Realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—they weren’t ordinary witches. They were vampire hybrids.

It's been ten years since the prophecy was given, the people had already given up but the elders knew better than to take a word of a witch lightly. On a cold winter's night, the stars aligned in a way never witnessed before as Blair, the daughter of a forbidden union between a Vampire and werewolf, took her first breath. As her cry pierced the stillness of the night, a sinister force sensed the birth of the prophecy child, immediately the clairvoyant sensed her birth, and the elders set a plan in motion to eradicate her existence before the people heard of her. The plan was put in place discreetly and only the council elders were aware of this plan.

"You had no experience to go off of, spirit witches are powerful, it's no wonder they rarely seek asylum in packs. They're able to survive on their own, not protected by any packs or any of their covens. The spell that she had over you was probably fool proof." She's about to respond but we reach the witch's cottage. I pull her up the stairs with me and knock on the door. Blair answers immediately. "Alpha! Come in, please." she says while stepping aside. I enter her house, I've been here plenty of times, so I'm expecting the overwhelming scent of all her herbs that are drying on the counter. She leads us past the kitchen and to her office.

Blair scoffed while ragging Julian's unconscious body to Daemoniom. She was pissed but at the same time please even if Foire and Illac contacted her last minute to take care of a little lost werewolf. "Can't believe he called me a hybrid. I hate this disguise, why do I even have to wear this crook? Ugh," she said. Blair is one from Foire's and Illac's inner circle in the supernatural border. She was a necromancer capable of almost everything, even killing by just using her mind. The means of transport in the supernatural border are the necromancer's tele magic.

“I shouldn’t be on this stupid team.” “Fenrir, that’s kind of rude to say,” Blair muttered calling the guy out. “You are disrespecting Cassandra Spellflower’s hard work.” “She’s dead. She was burned at the stakes just like every single witch in history.” Fenrir yelled back in response. Blair’s face appeared as if she were about to explode. Fenrir’s burtal yet honest statement must have gotten into her.

Gia’s PoV Blair was still incredulous about how King Azrael had healed me. Without my wolf, it would’ve taken me as long as a regular human to recover—unless a witch had cast a spell to help accelerate it. “The way he stormed out of there with you in his arms was straight out of a movie scene. You totally stole the spotlight from Kira. She was green with envy,” Blair laughed. “Well, he can’t afford one of us dying in his academy,” I said, trying to hide the impact he had on me by changing the topic.

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.