Blair Witch Project Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Amber said tears now streaming down her face Blair shook her head "Amber you cannot tell anyone, it's over anyways." She scoffed "Yeah right now, because of me." "You can't tell anyone Amber." Blair stated taking a step closer to Amber Amber rolled her eyes "Why shouldn't I?" "What do you want?" Blair huffed, her fists clenched tightly at her sides She smirked with tears still in her eyes "I want you Blair." "That's never going to happen Amber, I gave you a chance just to find this out. You're still threatening me and Ms. Winters for god's sake." Blair stated in a low menacing voice I didn't recognize

“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.

high in an old oak. He'd learnt to swim in a hidden cove with clear water that allowed him to see fish leaping beneath the surface. As we went, Blair told us stories. Of summers spent with his brothers. From his parents, before the pressures of pack's leadership transformed them. I caught flashes of the boy he'd been. If things had gone differently, he may have become the man he is today. As the sun began to drop, we returned to the cabin. The air became cooler, conveying the scents of water and night-blooming flowers. Fireflies began to appear, their gentle lights flickering in the approaching dusk. Blair constructed a fire as I prepared sandwiches. Simple food, but after the day's adventu

Just as they did before, Tyr and Winifred slept on opposite ends, as Blair slept in the middle. “Daddy, can you tell Blair a story?” “Alright.” Tyr smiled. “Do you want to listen to the story about Grandma Bear?” “Daddy, what’s Grandma Bear?” “It’s a kind of old witch who eats children’s fingers!” Blair immediately hid under the covers.

Wow, it's just a beautiful view looking at a mother and her daughter comforting each other. After their talk, Blair went near the werewolf girl, and they talked, and then they walked together to Pryce's location. Hmm. Blair really trusted this girl since a werewolf is our enemy, and she doesn't mind it. Or does Blair not know that she's a werewolf? No, that would not be possible. I will just follow behind them in case of an emergency, and I could reinforce. What if she's a sparrow that was sent by the enemy and will act good and earn our trust then will betray us all when the time comes? We should be cautious from now on.

To the right, there is a bunch of teenagers playing video games on several televisions. We continued through to a stairway going up one level even though the staircase kept going. Blair walked down the hall and another into a completely white room. As I came in I saw Brikov to the right and the left I watched as Blair sat down behind a half glass and white weather wood desk. She beckoned me over muttering in old Egyptian. I felt witch magic as I pasted through it. Similar to the one placed on the door to her sitting room at my mansion. Witches seemed to do whatever Blair-Boo asked of them. That or she was making mad good deals with them.

I laugh again. She reaches up to slap me again, but I catch her hand mid-air and shove her away from me. “That will be the last time you touch me, you witch bitch,” I snarl, gritting my teeth. “Your mother was a good witch and did what she was told. Why can’t you be more like her,” Blair says with a sigh? A mischievous grin plays on my lips as I look at Blair. “I would never want to be that crazy bitch. She was deceitful so it’s a good thing I killed her,” I say, my mischievous grin now morphing into a look of aggression. I watch Blair back away. “Ugh,” she huffs in defeat as she turns away and quickly leaves.

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.

“But you trusted me, why can’t you-” Before Matthew could finish his sentence, Guinevere intervened. “I did not trust you nor believe you until I saw you for myself. I only believed in Platinum’s words and I am more convinced since Raisya claims to be your grandmother. Once I met you, I can confirm that you are indeed a descendant of Draco Blair. However, the Scarlett Witch is a different matter.” “What do you mean?” Matthew asked. “The Witch already has a bad reputation to begin with. After what happened, it’s almost impossible to convince anyone that she means no harm. Unlike you, I don’t believe anyone in power would agree with your opinion.”

He whimpered but nodded. Elias grabbed any snacks he could find, running around yelling to all the other kids. It was like a flood as all the little wolves made their way downstairs with blankets and pillows. Grabbing the popcorn, pretzels, and fruit snacks Elias had dragged out. Max came in snagging the fruit drinks and blood packs for him and Theodore. Gerwulf was already in the front room trying to diffuse the argument of the children trying to decide which movie to watch. The older kids wanted Paranorman while the younger kids wanted Shrek.