Blood Witch Novels & Stories

“My brother here just wants to make sure the witches have no form of escape, an issue noted with the natural marking. Today, the relic of the Blood-Fang known to force bonds permanently between two creatures will be used! What you are about to witness is a once in a lifetime experience!” The hall erupts in gasps. My jaw loosens. The Blood-Fang is the name for the first witch wolf war that took place centuries ago. Legend says this weapon was used to cause hundreds of deaths on both sides of the war. It was rumored to be lost in the forest. And it's here. It's actually here. And it's going to be used on me. Fuck. Ariana curses under her breath. Mother is on the verge of tears again. Surprisin

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

The witches sacrificed these rogues to distract us. I tear one off my shoulder and sink my teeth into its throat. Blood fills my mouth. The thing doesn’t even scream, just dies with wide, unblinking eyes. Another one charges, and I rake it down with my claws, my wolf in full control now. I don’t have time to savor the kill. I’m fighting like hell to get to her. “Roxy!” I try through the mind-link. Nothing. I whip around and see Roxy, just for a heartbeat. She’s limp, draped across a horse like a broken doll. And she’s with her–-the witch.

The sadness in her voice gave way to anger, and her aura shifted, crackling with raw energy. “They retaliated,” Iris continued, her voice now sharp and edged with fury. “Their hatred for Mother and her wolves burned brighter than ever. They wreaked havoc in secret, cloaked in shadows. Villages were slaughtered, wolves hunted like prey, and their blood spilt for reasons beyond survival. And then… they joined forces with the dark witches. Together, they devised the most heinous of creations, blood magic to merge vampire and wolf blood into one being. They created a monster!”

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

Tears now dripping on her cheeks and she wiped it away. "Let me tell you something" she continued. "Mira is an elemental Badblood. Elemental Badbloods are those who can harness and manipulate the forces of nature. Make use of the fire, the earth below, the water, those who can summon the wind, those who can manipulate the plants and those who can command the animals. But fire, wind , and water elementals are rare. There are also Badblood who can transform into animals, some have super strength, some can fly, some have the power of sight and knowledge, and many more. But the powerful of all Badbloods are the Inkur. Those who were given the power of life and death, those who draw power from th

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

I grabbed my throat to release myself from the hold but was of no use. Blood started coming out of my nose. I started coughing blood . The witch stands up with the bowl with black liquid and the dagger in her hands. She came and stood in front of me.The choke hold disappeared .She placed the bowl near my feet and took my hand forcefully . She cut my palm.I squeezed my eyes in pain then opened it and saw blood start flowing down my fingers into the bowl . But the strange thing was the blood was not mixing with the black liquid instead it was floating above it in a red circle. The witch picked the bowl and placed the tip of the dagger and started moving it in circles on the blood while chantin