Blair Witch Project Theory Novels & Stories

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

“Sometimes I dream of him. I dream of him looking down at our child. But the moment he goes to reach for our baby I wake up.” Damien sighed, “I think the baby is manifesting itself in your dreams.” “Not that again Damien,” I said. He shook his head, “you knew you were carrying a son even before I told you. I think the baby is trying to let you know that Lucien is alive. I don’t know what the rest means.” “A wolf witch hybrid, this should be interesting.” “If he carries the gift he won’t be the first. Although he might be the most powerful. The wolf gene tends to take over but your witch blood is strong.”

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

~AJ~ I had the whole forest to myself, I was on the verge of losing control. Heck, I can't believe I was wrong with my intuition. I wonder who the white witch was helping, what kind of promise did that person offer or perhaps she isn't working with anyone but herself. But why? Why the siragon? Did she know about the bond between the siragon and my mate? I'm kind of confused here and I hate being in this situation. At least, I should get a link between the Wendigos and the white witch.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

I know Blair was supposed to make me feel better, but honestly, she’s not helping. Blair’s experience is different from mine. She wanted to be Cades. She wanted out of the secret life she was forced to have as one of the handful of Phoenix shifters left. Phoenixes are considered ancient shifters and are thought to be extinct. Clearly, that’s not true, as Blair is right in front of me, and I’m one myself. Lycans are also considered ancient shifters. It makes me question some things that I was taught in the pack. Fantastic, now I’m questioning my upbringing and pack. I haven't been here for twenty-four hours. I already hate this place.

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 nodded, “We did.” I smiled, “We have a lot of different species here. Taylor and I were born werebear and witch. Max and Linden are werewolf and warlock. Blaise is a warlock. My mate is Dragon and werewolf. Taylor’s mate is a merman. We have both been turned by our mates. That means I am werebear, witch, dragon and wolf. Taylor is witch, werebear and mermaid.”

as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods. “Do you know why we are feared?” She would ask. “Because of our power?” I shrug, “You always talk about how strong we are.” “If only it was that simple.” She would sigh. Her gaze would finally travel from her wand to me, the dullness that glazed over her green eyes fading. “But that's only part of it, Noémie.” The conversation was always the same.

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm