Blair Witch Backstory Novels & Stories

“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.

I slid my eyes up to meet hers again and opened my mouth to continue but she beat me to it. "I should have known something was definitely up with you. How dare you come here and play this ridiculous prank?!" She looked like she did when she ordered two burgers and a plate of fries only to get one burger and two servings of fries. She looked irritated. I started to shake my head and wave before she was even finished speaking. "I'm not lying. I am Blue. Just… I got stuck in a different body, Ever. You see, their was a siren and she made me agree wa deal—umm…no, before the siren, there was a man who said I was a reborn witch, but he's not really a man, he's a were—" she banged her fist on the t

I recently got a scholarship into Blackfrost Academy which only made my plans and goals so much easier. My one goal in life is to avenge my people's death, infiltrate the academy and get close to the only heir of the Thorneval bloodline who slaughtered my family till what remained was just a little girl thirsty for the enemy's blood. Here I am, Cressida Ashcroft Virelai . The only surviving witch of the Ashcroft bloodline. I've learnt how to suppress my powers for eleven good years and it wasn't easy. I couldn't let everything I've worked for for so many years go down the drain all because of these wretched rouges.

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. I didn't need to be told twice.

"The witch made me do it. She cut him short. I would have left him, but my father warned that he never wants to see me with you. He reminded me that you have seen your mate and you are with her already, with kids, there is no space for me in your life. All I needed was to make a space for myself. The witch told me, she didn't want him, that she has a lover, whom she will go back to, as soon as Jayden returns from mountain cave, I even saw her lover, so I foolishly believed her. She told me I have a chance with Jayden, only if Blair, was dead, she convinced me to kill Blair, which I accepted to do. She brought the portion, and I poisoned her drink, and that was how it happened. I am so sorry,

"That is good and if that is what we want to do, we must do it quickly because with what she just did and no doubt what they have be discussing, that Alpha is going to want to find a witch to help rather quickly." Santiago nods his head, we then move from our position and head back into the town, once there we go from stall to stall asking if anyone would help Isabella, everyone we spoke to wouldn't take the change to help her until we got to the last stall. The middle-aged, which was about to say no when an old lady approached where we were talking "This young witch you speak of, is she a full witch?" "No mam, she is half witch half wolf... She is the result of one of my females having an a

Celestine The towering stained-glass windows, depicting the Moon Goddess in all her divine cruelty, cast fragmented rays of light across the polished marble floor. “Do you, Alpha Killian Storm, take Celestine St. Vireaux as your wife?” The first time I felt Killian Storm, I was seventeen. The mate bond settled into my bones like a promise. A pull so deep, so unshakable, I thought the Moon Goddess herself had reached into my chest and tied me to him.

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

“Why?” Blaire is in some kind of trans-like state now and doesn’t hear me. “The gods have seen it fit to give one of their own to one of her own, so we can prevent the--” she frowns, staring off into the distance, her eyes going wide with fear --“the end.” “The end? The end of what? Agatha’s seer said he saw the world burn. Is that what you mean?” Blaire comes out of the trans and shakes herself lightly, her eyes filling with tears. “No. The end of our kind. Vickus is working with witches?”

Now she knew why it all made sense to them. "So what we know now, is that the red witch," Iapetus raised a finger, "OR, a red wizard, was tracking the blue witch with ill intention. The blue witch, who died three years ago, exchanged her imprint with a couple living in another city, while hiding her daughter in a small village. The couple died of accident, and the red witch finally found a trace of her and went on a killing spree. Not knowing who was exactly the target."