Blair Witch Town Novels & Stories

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

My father chimed in walking back in with my mother and brothers with way too much food. "Why did you surround yourself in protection if y'all feel the need to protect her?" Stephan asked. "We aren't sure how to do that, it just does it on it's own but y'all are the first ones to look close enough to see it." Jack stated. I turned to their parents, "Tell me what you know about the last white witch." Nikki signed before she spoke, "She was a wonderful leader, she was also mated to an alpha, it was her own brother that took her life along with her guards and her mate, he destroyed everything." "Why would her brother kill them?" Stephan asked before I got the chance to speak. "You see, they were

I was vulnerable, alone, and unaware of the dangers that lurked in the darkness, waiting to pounce. **** Third POV The atmosphere was electric with tension as the entire witch clan sensed the turmoil that had occurred. The mysterious explosion had sent shockwaves through the air, causing the very ground to tremble. It was a phenomenon that only a powerful witch could achieve. Whispers spread like wildfire as the witches gathered together, speculating about the identity of the mysterious person responsible for the disturbance. "Who could it be?" they whispered amongst themselves. "Someone with powers beyond our own?" The air was thick with curiosity and concern.

The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me. The way the wards had blinked. The way Morwenna couldn't read her mind. She was a witch. A Salem witch. The last of them. But I didn't know the family she was from. And I didn't care. I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt her. "Cressida." She didn't respond. Her eyes were still distant, still swirling with that pale blue light. The wings flexed, spreading wider, casting jagged shadows across the frozen floor. If I stepped to close I could be hurt.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO The Paternity Ritual 3 Blair pulled back from him, her face was still looking pale and her hands trembled from cold, “I…I..I will do it.” She shivered. “But Blair, you are not fine.” “I will do it,” Blair stated and walked to where the high priest and Nora was, “Let’s start.” She said to the high priest. “We shall begin the ritual now,” the high priest announced. “Please come with me, Your highness, and you the pack’s witch,” the high priest said as they headed for the ritual room.

the witch who was his mother, the backlash had taken that talent from him—one of the many blessings of her death. Slowly he’d regained the ability to talk mind to mind, but never to listen in. The only reason his mother had been able to catch him through his talent was that it was one she shared. A rare thing, even among witch born. He’d be surprised if there was another witch with that ability in North America. But he was still too cowardly to try until he knew for certain that his son was free of Asil’s witch. Of all the magic users in this old world, Brian despised and feared witches above everything. Probably because, had matters been different, he would have been one himself. He turned

“Why?” Blaire is in some kind of trans-like state now and doesn’t hear me. “The gods have seen it fit to give one of their own to one of her own, so we can prevent the--” she frowns, staring off into the distance, her eyes going wide with fear --“the end.” “The end? The end of what? Agatha’s seer said he saw the world burn. Is that what you mean?” Blaire comes out of the trans and shakes herself lightly, her eyes filling with tears. “No. The end of our kind. Vickus is working with witches?”

Only when it hummed back to life did Blair begin to speak, her incantation imploring Maise’s desire we could all feel to call forward the demon of hers she felt would help us most. I did my best to wipe the frustration from my mind, knowing it was of no importance at this point. I’d worry about why I so blindly trusted an unfamiliar witch at another time. I could only focus on what waited for me once we got our answers. Blair’s words lulled us all into a trance, and had us silently reiterating her words. When she fell silent, we all stayed still, as if the slightest movement could cause it all to go away. The silence lingered, though, as results failed to show themself. Blair had warned us,

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.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.