Blood Witch Novels & Stories

Beside him, the shadowed master whispered: “Then it is time to test their bond.” A gesture. A word of dark command. And from the depths of the forest, a new figure emerged tall, cloaked in red, its aura sharp with old magic. A Blood Witch. --- Below, Aria stiffened. She felt it before she saw it the pulse of ancient power threading the air. Then the Blood Witch stepped into the gorge. The tide of battle slowed. Even the bloodspawn shrank from her shadow. Aria met the creature’s gaze eyes black as pitch, mouth curling in a cruel smile.

I flipped another page — and there, hastily scribbled in red ink as if to emphasize the warning, were these chilling words: “It is said that the Blood Witch was already dead and had no physical body, and she harboured grudges and hate towards wolves, for it was believed that they were the ones who killed her. But it's said she lives on through her hate. It's said unknown how the nytherra managed to make a contract with her." I swallowed hard. “Lykan…” Dominic began, his tone cautious. “I felt her pain earlier,” I murmured, hands clenched into fists. “She was being whipped — she didn't flinch, but I could feel her rage and thirst for revenge.”

For a moment, I thought she was going to cast an evil spell on me, but surprisingly, she didn't. "Very well then... I'm going to explain everything to you." She cleared her throat. "I have been a dark witch for centuries, but I have never had a prophecy. On the night after you were born, I did. You were of rare blood, one whose blood can heal and destroy. One whose blood can awaken the dead. You're not just a Vamwolf... you are a Necrosanguine, one whose blood heals kingdoms, destroys empires, and commands the dead to rise," Isha explained. My eyes went to Ryker, and he nodded with a small smile, signaling to me that whatever Isha said was true.

“One more step Mathis, and I’ll rip these veins out of her pretty throat.” “What do you want, Witch?” He demanded. “Mathis...” She whined. “I’ve only ever wanted one thing.” “You can’t have me, Udie. Not anymore.” “Mathis...” Her nails tightened alongside my throat and I was gasping for air. “Kill her, Udora and I’ll rip you apart. Bit by bit while you scream until the wolves come to feed on the parts I toss to the woods.” Her face flickered with fear, seeing the conviction on his face.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Recca pointed out and Bianca straightened herself. Bianca Braas, as mentioned earlier she was also a member of the Blood packs. She is a witch and in their world a witch and a wolf are mortal enemies. Although the reason why no one detected her of being a witch was because she was half wolf. A rare breed of being a half witch and half wolf.

Selina mumble in fear as she tries to think of a way to bring Alexis spirit back to take control "Yes" she voice out as an ideas pop into her head. Alexis is a witch and she herself is also a witch. Powerful witches can migrate into someone's soul to talk to their inner spirit Alexis inner spirit is tammed by that evil power and she needs to go and wake her up by connecting their souls together to communicate with her inner spirit She hopes this works, this is the only way to bring Alexis back and prevent her from going berserk and kill everyone She close her eyes as she puts all her powers together, with her last strength she was able to withstand the wind and maintain a steady balance

she says sternly. I inch my head forward, nuzzling her neck. I wish I could talk in my wolf form. It is said that after fated mates make love, they can communicate telepathically. But there's no chance of that happening with Ava and I. She can't be my fated mate. Whoever heard of a Venusian Witch and a Werewolf being soul mates? The very notion is ridiculous. "We've had enough excitement in these past two days to last us a lifetime, haven't we?"

“I can’t help how I look. People as and I just say I changed my skincare routine as a joke but I look like I’m 25. I don’t even know if this is it. If I go back anymore, if I go back to when I was 19…I don’t even know if I will be able to continue being Hector.” Gale came over to me and rubbed my arm. “I wish there was more I could do for you, but it’s not something I’ve heard of. When a witch comes into contract with a vampire like this, it creates a blood witch but it’s much different since we are essentially human with magic in us. What you’re dealing with is something far beyond that.” Her eyebrows knit together before she turned around and started to dig