Blair Witch Project Parents Guide 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.

turning to see Kiara still standing in a towel now with her jaw wide open. I smiled and thought about how I wanted to rip that towel off of her, “maybe you should get dressed ” I said to Kiara, she smiled and blushed then made her way to the walk in closet. Which reminded me I needed to take her shopping so she could have clothes to fill that big closet up. I turned back to look at Viviana. She looked like she was contemplating something. “you know if my parents found out I found my fated mate and he’s a wear wolf, they would disown me. Not after trying everything in their power to pull me away from him first. They don’t believe we should blend our species together and taint the witch blood

"Calm down, my dear. Don't startle the baby." Blair snorted. "You should also stay away from people like Alpha Scott who can't tell right from wrong in the future." "Yes, yes, I'll listen to you."

"W-We don't have the k-key." Blair clicked his tongue and kicked the door down in an instant. Lights flickered on, and a thousand bags were lined up and stacked on top of each other. Blair took out the spell paper Carl had given him. It had the power to emit fire once it had been torn, and from the instructions on the paper, Carl instructed us to use fire and destroy the drugs. As Blair was about to rip it, a loud voice rang through the air. "I knew you both looked suspicious,"

The treetops swayed in the wind, crashing and bumping against each other. I lifted my face, staring at the canopy that only allowed afternoon scattered sun rays to filter through. The minimal mellow sun rays penetrated through the different shades of green leaves, lighting up the ground with polka dots. Most pack members didn't like me obviously because I was not of their kind. I was the only witch amongst them, and it had remained so since my parents passed away. What the pack didn't know was that I could tell each one of them what their hearts harboured. Their characters were made visible and clear only to me by small clouds that hovered over each and every one heads.

Katrina begins to laugh. Sarah grabs her arm and moves closer to her. "Wraiths, there are wraiths here?" "Well, not here but in our world, yes. I hate them, everyone hates them. You should go in now, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." Katrina turns to leave. "You're going to leavew in this room all by myself?" Sarah asks her, stull holding unto her arm. "Wait, are you scared? Of wraiths? You?" Katrina starts laughing. "You're the freaking witch supreme, no wraith would dare come near you. I have to go, I've got people waiting for me at home."

“Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.” My Mum went on to tell me what that meant. The words were of ancient tongues that the witches of old spoke, and it meant ‘the force of magic is never for bad’. What that meant was magic was never meant to be used for evil, it was a positive force meant to be for the good of all.

“Anyways, earlier that day Blaire’s dad came to see me which I thought was suspicious because neither Blaire nor I have ever given him an inkling as to where I live. But regardless I wasn’t going to be rude so I let him in after he claims that he needed to speak to me about Blaire” “He started to tell me that Blaire was having doubts about being with me and was thinking about breaking up with me. He said that it would be impossible for a witch like her to rule alongside a demon like me and he told me I should just give up and rip the band aid for her. He said I would never be enough for his daughter and now she’s finally starting to see it for herself” he explained.

I try to clear my vision by blinkiing rapidly but that does nothing; everything is blurry, like someone has covered me in some kind of filmy substance. “It hurts," I cry. I’m not sure if I actually say the words, though, because the red witch lets me go and I wobble for a second before slamming back into a brick wall. Instead of a rough material scraping at my skin, I feel ice-cold chilling me down to my bones and vibrating through me; the wall is purring.

I muttered. Blair nodded, “I could give her a portion to knock her out, but I am scared of the side effects,” she said. I could feel her fear. Blair wasn’t easily rattled. Whatever it was that was happening was bigger than we thought. My men had turned against me, working in league with a black witch. “Cloak the room,” I said immediately. Blair barely asked a question, her lips moving fast as she said a few words. “Done,” she said, her eyes white as storm.