Blair Witch Backstory Novels & Stories

He looked like she had put the fear for his life into his eye. “Where is it?” “With Damina she’s the one that took care of those scouts,” she giggled a little in delight. “Damina, what is she?” “A werewolf, she is an Adrian to Trax.” Blair smiled at me but there was an evil twinkle in her eye and as I looked over to Gar who looked like he took a shit in his pants. The door opened and a small girl walked in leaving the door open, “Yo, Blair this one smell like the others,” she popped a sucker into her mouth. Her hair was braided on one side showing an ear full of piercings.

“I’m unraveling, Jimmy. My sanity hangs by a thread. Any scrap of news about Blaze would be medicine to me.” He relented. “Blaze is still in the forest. Elda and Mira uncovered something. A lone witch lives there, raised by her grandmother after her mother abandoned her. They’ve hidden themselves for decades. We believe she has Blaze.” His tone was grim. “But her home is cloaked. No one can find it.” Rage ignited inside me, burning hotter than fear. They dared to take my mate? I had spent these months training, unlocking power I never knew I possessed. Whoever she was—she wouldn’t survive keeping Blaze from me.

My father is the Alpha of the Blue moon pack and my mother is a Dokar witch, though she had since been excommunicated from her coven, the cause, her mating with a wolf. My nana is a wolf, she is my grandmother, my grandfather died during the twilight wars. The twilight wars were the greatest war ever, it was a great war between all the night creatures, a peace treaty was never signed and when no one came out victorious from the war, it just stopped, but it didn't stop other people from trying to restart the war, so an agreement was reached and mating between different creatures was banned. But it so happened that the moon goddess had other plans and many witches were mated to wolves, most of

But it was not enough to deter the monster. Maverick slowed down, likely intending to take on the rogue, but I shoved him forward. "No! There's no time. I'll hold it off—" A blur moved before me and slammed into the rogue, sending it tumbling backwards across the field. Blair. She spat a glob of blood into the ground, smirking wickedly. "That one's mine. You two go and find those bastards!" She charged off towards the now recovering rogue, and shifted into a wolf with brown and gold fur.

But if I told anyone, I would never be free again. “I lost control. I tried to summon it back, but it was already flying too fast, and I was so scared. I was not able to do the spell right.” --------------------- EPILOGUE 3 - BLAIR Blair 17 years old ...... TWO NIGHTS BEFORE BLAIR’S 18TH BIRTHDAY ALASTOR. I had no plans to hurt anyone, not yet. But he cut her, and the fact that she was okay and was still smiling at him didn’t sit right with me.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

Blair looked like she had seen a ghost, her eyes wide, and breath coming in short pants Blair only paused after we had placed quite a distance between us and Alec’s tent. Blair settled beside a tree, her hand placed on her stomach rubbing gently. “there’s a witch that works with Alec, Lorelei, a dark force, who feeds off Alec’s darkness.” She whispered. “she comes around ones in a while to fortify Alec and cleanse the camp,” she explained. “how come no one has tracked her here?” I asked. “It’s hard looking for what you don’t know,” Blair said. “Is that why the camp can never be found? This witch caused that? I asked.

“Well, theory is all we’d have to go with because it would be unprecedented. It’d have to be a lycan that was turned within the lifetime of the one who is still a werewolf, and I’d assume it’d just be the were that sensed hints of it. The lycan, though? Who knows. Maybe the myth that the moon can guide them to their heart’s desire is true.” I glanced up to the sky, observing the phase of the moon. The full moon had just passed. But even then, that didn’t really matter. Blair was a witch, and the only true friend I had that I could be completely open with. I had met her in the very club I had just walked out of, and I stood not a chance of keeping any secrets from her due to her clairvoyance.