Blind Witch Novels & Stories

Someone else begged. The atmosphere thrummed with dark magic, vibrating through the floorboards. Inside the restaurant, whispers rose like a swarm of insects. “I can’t believe the Phantom is thrashing elders for a blind girl from Blackcroft…” “Who is she?” “She can’t be ordinary.” “Has he finally got over his first love?” “How did she even go blind?” The fork was still in my hand. I hadn’t taken a single bite after Dominic left. I had thought demons were different, that they were untouched by the petty cruelties I grew up seeing, above the arrogance that rotted through other realms. None of them ever crossed me in Blackcroft. Not once.

JENNA’S POV Until the Alpha's mark healed on my neck, I still couldn't believe I had bonded so quickly. And the wolf I was bonded to wasn't Carrick, my partner of eight years. But Alex, the blind Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, whom I had only encountered during a few tense pack negotiations and who once stood against everything I represented. "You can't regret being my Luna now. When will you move to Silver Crest territory?" His voice was deep, resonating with Alpha authority that made my Omega instincts quiver despite myself.

This happens every year when there is a full moon. The werewolves get to be blessed by the moon goddess. My name is Sabrina Santiago and I have been blind for sixteen years. I always fight the belief of accepting the fact that I will find my mate one of these days. I thought being blind wasn't the reason why I hadn't found my mate. Maybe it wasn't just my turn, right? Not that my life wasn't beautiful or nice, it was perfect since I lived with my younger sister and Grandma. Call me stupid, but I would prefer having my sister and grandma than having a mate, I have heard rumors about people being rejected by their mate.

What my eyes see is unbelievable. The female before me is a doppelganger of myself with purple eyes, dark lips, and pale skin. I'm the Dark Phoenix, a plague taking thousands of lives and corrupting thousands more. The Evil me dashes for another attack. I see her enclosing in but can't move away. I'm rooted in a consuming evil awareness. "Leave her alone." Blizzard appears between us. His fatigued breath, trashed clothes, and messy hair showed how demanding the fight with the darkling had been.

He pressed down painfully hard, my face smashing against the dirt ground. "You have sinned, Stephanie," Drake explained calmly despite my screams. "You have the devil within which we must and will extract." "No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I watched Ace approach with the stick. He knelt down beside me as his eyes stared down upon me. "Ace please," I cried. "Please listen to me. Don't do this. We can ... " "Lay down your punishment, Ace!" Drake demanded in his monotone voice.

I grabbed his beating heart and gently brought it out. He panted and began to cry after seeing his beating heart. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you pathetic? What was that you said before? There was no chance a blind man and a talking head could defeat you. Now look at how much trouble your words have put you through. Even if there were one thousand of you, they would all still be no match for me. In your next life, learn not to underestimate!” I yelled as I yanked out his heart from his body. I threw his heart and his lifeless body away.

My eyes traveled up at the sky which was now crystal clear, showing those twinkling stars as I was thinking thoroughly about my next step I am supposed to choose my mate before the next full moon which is in two weeks, before that incredible Red moon night. "Why you didn't tell me about Ahana's blindness?" I broke the silence and looked at him with a questionable gaze. His eyes turned wide as he just shook his head in disappointment and scoffed bitterly. "Are you even listening to yourself?" He met my darkened gaze and sighed, "We are supposed to talk about that weird attack by spirits and here you're whining childishly over why I didn't tell you that she's blind, like really?" There was a m

TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing.

The wolf crumpled and hit the ground three feet from me, sliding through the dead leaves with a sound that was final. I looked up. A woman stepped out from behind a massive oak. Tall, lean, dark-skinned, with close-cropped hair and leather armor stitched together from mismatched pieces. Twin blade sheaths crossed her back. One was empty. Her eyes were clouded. Both of them. Pale, milky grey. She was blind. She tilted her head toward me, listening to something beneath the surface of the sound. Then she tilted it toward the two remaining ferals. "Stay behind me," she said. Her voice was calm. Bored, almost. Like she was sorting laundry instead of standing between a bleeding stranger and two mi

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE