Blair Witch Town Novels & Stories

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.

Blair scoffed while ragging Julian's unconscious body to Daemoniom. She was pissed but at the same time please even if Foire and Illac contacted her last minute to take care of a little lost werewolf. "Can't believe he called me a hybrid. I hate this disguise, why do I even have to wear this crook? Ugh," she said. Blair is one from Foire's and Illac's inner circle in the supernatural border. She was a necromancer capable of almost everything, even killing by just using her mind. The means of transport in the supernatural border are the necromancer's tele magic.

Neva. I surfaced from the stone slowly. Stood in the dead garden in the dusk with the carved piece of rock warm in my palm and a name sitting in my chest that had not been there ten minutes ago and already felt like it had been there a long time. Neva. The third witch. Older than Vael. Taken before my mother was born. The one the Architect had been told was dead and had chosen to believe because the alternative required harder questions. Not dead. Northwest. Far. And apparently capable of leaving carved stones in locked gardens and unsigned letters in locked rooms and a rose bud that had not been there this morning.

My name is Stella Basile im twenty one. I once lived a normal life. A normal life for a witch that is. My family were part of a large coven in Maine. I loved it there, we all did. When I was sixteen, everything changed. My family calls it the event. I know cheesy right? It was definitley a life-changing event. One that dispersed everyone and our coven was no more. I mostly do not remember what happened and no one will talk about it.

Camille said as they both began to laugh again. "So what brings to our little town?" Camille asked as the smile vanished from Devika's face. The topic of witches and her being one is a sensitive topic for her, one of the 1st things I learned when I 1st met her 6 months ago. * * * She was standing in front of the bar she worked part-time with a guy as tears flowed from her eyes. "I understand Tyler, my biggest mistake was loving a narrow-minded man like you" "You are putting this on me? You are a witch, a piece of information you never thought necessary to share with me. How wou..."

Nathan broke the uncomfortable silence as he continued scanning some files. “What the hell? Are you fucking kidding me? How?” he pushed himself on the edge of the chair with one elbow on the table, impatiently waiting for answers. It was a shocker for him. He had taken care of Laura her whole life but hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Was Nathan making fun of him? “I am not kidding, Nick. Laura and Elaine are both witches. They have been working with those cloaked men in the U9,” Nathan said lightly. Nick pressed his head between his palms in disbelief, eyes bulging and face reddening. “Oh, shoot. The hell?”

But from the scents that were coming from the woods, it did not smell like Rogue was around, it's better for us to find out what brought those girls into the woods. “Which one of us is going to do the interrogation?” Cohen asks. “ About the three of us handle it,” I say cause I didn't fully trust myself or my wolf to not do anything to scare those girls away, snapping my finger when I remember Harley saying a witch was coming “What time is the witch supposed to get here?” “ She is supposed to be here in a couple of hours if she is driving,” he says, checking his watch. “ Alright since we never have any problem with them, get an omega to clean a room for her to stay,” I told him before lookin

“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.”

“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.”

I’m eager to get home to my baby girl and nervous about the battle. I have no doubt Zane is kicking Mags’s ass right now, but I have to keep my fight going till he can get to me. Blair hides in the woods in the trees in a smaller phoenix form. Blair can shrink herself to be any size she needs. Right now, she is about the size of an average bird like a cardinal. Leaning on the headstone is the one mausoleum where I know Sage will come as this is our meeting spot. I look at the cloudy sky. It’s going to rain as I can smell it. The cemetery is enormous, so Sage and I made a meeting spot so we could always find each other.