Blair Witch Project Theory Novels & Stories

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

She crossed to the window and looked out at the grounds below. "You are a Nyxara witch with an unsanctioned bond to an Alpha werewolf. Which is considerably more dangerous." "Unsanctioned," I repeated. "That's what we're calling it." "That is what it is, Isabella. A bond formed outside the bloodline, outside coven law, outside everything our family has built for six generations." She turned. Her eyes were steady. Careful. The eyes of a woman who loved me and had already decided that love required this.

He glances at our hands but remains silent. “Okay, let’s go.” I nod as we make our way through the barrier. The screams start again, and I can feel the wind once again. We walk up to the barrier and reach my hand out to touch it. It opens immediately, allowing us to pass through it. “It’s a witch barrier. Only witches can open it.” “You could have told me that fifteen minutes ago.” “When? While you were acting like a mad...”

“I did not. I took her virtue to strip her of her power. Once a witch loses her virginity, she loses her powers as well.” Ian scowled. “I do not believe that. I assure you, when I took Claire to the marriage bed, I did not lose my powers.” “It is likely different for women. Besides, you are not a Seer. You can do a fog trick.” He made himself sound deliberately dismissive. Ian’s shoulder straightened. “That fog trick has saved us more than once, allowing us to obscure our presence to attack or slip away, and the feeling it invokes in the people it surrounds strikes terror and leaves them feeling weak.”

Brian would hold out for a while. First, the witch could make a mistake— especially if she didn’t know whom she held. Second, he was afraid that this time no one would be able to kill him. It had been Samuel who brought him out of it before . . . and Samuel wasn’t as certain of himself as he used to be. The control the witch asserted over him had to be won by blood and flesh, and the only flesh and blood bonding he’d done was to his own pack. She must have used Asil to insert herself into his pack—but how? While she looked him over, he searched his link to Asil for something that touched a witch. He paid very little attention to the witch as she talked at him. With the dexterity of a very lo

"The food will be ready soon, so sit down. I do not want our baby to go hungry." But when I looked up, I realized Blue had not moved, and her expression remained serious. "What?" I asked, my amusement fading. "Why did you laugh?" Blue questioned. I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely sure of my own reaction. "I don't know, maybe because it is just so unexpected," I admitted, beginning to comprehend that this revelation was far from a joke. “I’m being serious,you know,” Blue said. I sighed.I was struggling to wrap my head around the idea of a hybrid between a witch and a werewolf.

It casted over herself, Dante and Amanda's mother. "What is this?" She started to panic as Willow looked over to her and then to Dante. Even though Amanda's mother was casted in the blue light, Dante being yellow and Willow being green. "The light shows what you are. In this case, you're human in the blue light. Dane is yellow because he's a full supernatural being. I must be yellow because I'm a combination of human and supernatural." She looked at her yellow fingers before pushing ahead. She focused her attention as the light adjusted to the darkness around the couch. It shuddered in the light, but it gradually changed to a dark red. The light took shape with the darkness of two people on

“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.”

“I mean, sorry, Mac, I should have watched where I was going.” I kept my gaze fixed on Blake and Blair, ignoring Declan’s apologies. Blake touched Blair’s elbow as she was moving past the lunch table, but then pulled his hand back when she bared her teeth at him and yanked her hand away from him. At that moment, Blair reminded me of a wolf shifter, but I knew that was impossible. Her scent was entirely human. Still, I felt a surprising rush of protectiveness towards her. I could feel my wolf growl in response to Blake’s hands on her, the surge of anger stunning me in its ferocity.

“I am a phoenix, master of fire and made by it. I heard the earth’s calling and came to help, but when I ignited to burn the wood, you came and did your whole show. The water you called for was raw, which I noticed a bit too late. You know how it goes; raw water plus inner fire equals comatose state until you pumped me up with fire again. Now that brings me to the real question: why would a sorceress tend to the earth and then bring me back without even knowing me?” Brianna had never met a phoenix, but she read about them and that actually explained a lot. But now she owned him an explanation as well. “I’m not a sorceress, I’m a witch. I tend to the earth as I tend to all elements and I brou