Blood Witch Novels & Stories

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

She turns to him and smiles as pockets of blood appear on his body. “Blood bending? Master, be careful!” The witch cries; she throws an attack at Elina but she flicks it away. “I haven’t used this in a while. So apologies, Isfahan I burst an artery or two.” Grrrrr, Titus growls, struggling to break freak but the swells just got bigger. “It was you; you killed my teacher.”

She doesn’t have much time left. I was going to ask her who the ‘they’ she mentioned was but she continued. “These… witches are the ones masking their scents, making them blend into the packs without detection. We are being oppressed by these wolves, Please s…save our village” Tears fell from her eyes. “Who are these wolves you talk about?” Her eyes glowed white and rolled into the back of her head, a sign of her communicating with the spirits. she continued coughing up more blood.

We finally stood, the wind blowing harder now, and made our way to the rooftop door. “The problem with witch blood,” she said quietly, “is that it’s unpredictable. It could lie dormant for her entire life, or it could awaken under the wrong circumstances, and when it does,” She shook her head as we walked down the stairs. “She can become something else.” A shiver crawled up my spine. “You mean, like evil?”

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

“She’s not my real mother anyway.” The witch didn’t reply. Good. “Tell me more of your kind, bitch.” When ten seconds have passed and no one responded, he turned back and— “Such an idiot, you are.” She picked up the curtain rod that she used to hit him in the head, “Cyrill, isn’t it? Such a sweet, innocent name for a lustful werewolf…” His head was on the brink of cracking. The blood witch was one second away from spilling his brain on the carpeted floor when he saw her burst into flames. She burst into flames in a blink, in an instant.

“What do you know about blood witches?” That snapped the sleep right out of me. “Blood witches?” I repeated, frowning. “Yes.” I sat up straighter, pulling the blanket around me. “Well… they’re sworn enemies of wolves. Everyone knows that. They use blood magic, dark and twisted, and they manipulate people into doing their bidding. They’re dangerous, Elena. The worst kind of dangerous.” Elena’s eyes darkened, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve. “Why?” I asked slowly. “Why are you suddenly asking about them?”

Water, fire, earth, air, and shadows are the main categories for witches. Within each category, there are subsets that follow the rules of that main branch element. Sometimes, witches are born with more than one element they can control, or they can use all subsets within one element. Even so, all witches auras are usually purple in color, and we smell of lavender, most times. Depending on the person, the aura color can be darker or lighter. The darker the aura, the stronger the person and vice versa. There are other species like Vampires whose auras are usually black or fairies whose auras are usually yellowish orange. Not everyone can see or distinguish anothers aura. I've been blessed wi

. I knew that I hated the witch with the last blood in me ,but doing that to the girl seems So terrifying than usual and with that I rushed back to the pack house. I got into the room and next thing I saw was Dante cutting the girl like she was some piece of animal and he wasn't doing it with his hands ,he was using his powers and the girl blood was everywhere "Dante will you stop that madness"I screamed rushing to him with anger boiling inside of me and I grabbed him up immidiately.

He finished as he sat at the table. “The prophecy stated that hybrid would be powerful. Angelica is an exception, though.” Aleister said after he drained the blood bag and moved on to the second. “How so?” Asked Devon with a confused look on his face. “She is even more powerful. She is not just a wolf-vamp hybrid. She is also the daughter of a witch, a grand white witch to be exact.” Alester explained before draining the blood bag in his hands. “Is this human blood?” Aleister asked Astra as he licked his lips.