Blair Witch Project Theory Novels & Stories

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

“But the connection seems to have evaporated. There isn’t one for Samara either. Brax thinks they are working with a Witch. A powerful one that is able to sever the connection to me.” “Witches won’t work with Lycan’s. They will work with Wolves but not Lycans.” Blair tells me. “Look, I may not be of use in the physical sense, not anymore, but I still have a lot of knowledge about Lycans. Knowledge that you might now have." “A Witch worked with our father.” I mutter “Don’t….” She starts as her eyes hover on mine. A small crinkle appears on her forehead. “You were bound as a child.”

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

"Anita, we have to tell your dad about this. This is a threat to all of our race." Samuel's voice rattled through the cell phone. Since he left Fiona's place he took it upon himself to do whatever he had to to stop that prophecy from coming through. In all sincerity, Samuel was scared of this mysterious witch who has both vampire blood and witch blood in her. Thereby making her one of the strongest breeds already, a hybrid. He gathered the information he could get his hands on about the witch. He needed to know more than what Fiona told him but it was only getting more and more complicated.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

I forgot that Blair's speed could not be unmatched. "I knew you smelled funny. You didn't smell like these ouny humans," Blair growled. He slammed her to the ground again, and again, and again, until she began to cough up blood. He gripped her neck so tight, I began to hear her bones snap slowly. Soon enough, all the light left her eyes and her lifeless body crumbled to the ground. Blair was the perfect match for this job. He looked at me and I nodded at him. He ripped the magical paper and threw it to the bags. Immediately it touched them, the whole room was engulfed in flames. We quickly made out exit and ran all the way out of building.

And in a small village in Runalia where only humans lived, the night came around again. Breeze wind playfully blew over the trees and the golden Moon shone upon the dark bringing the shadow to the people and her surroundings into a terrifying figure in the little girl's eyes. The moon was wide, she could never understand why it only appeared when the sky turned dark or why it always followed her even though it didn't move.

“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.

More werewolves emerged from the side woods and that was when I knew the two human females we had just rescued were not the only ones. Jared shapeshifted and Thelma conjured fire. I saw that her flames were purple and not like mine which was blue. An elusive memory gnawed at me. I somewhat knew what it meant but it didn't come to me immediately. It occurred to me then that Sarafina's flame was the regular orange colour while mine was blue which I didn't think was farfetched. I supposed the normalcy was why I didn't notice before and I wondered if every single witch, with the ability, has their own distinguishing colour. I figured that must be cool.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.