Blood Witch Novels & Stories

she asked to receive a nod from Bathsheba. “Hmm ok. For the ritual, we will need six virgin human girls, three babies still humans, two white witches, a dragon's tooth, a baby first tear, a drop of water from the river of the unknown and the untold, a wolf's heart, a vampire's blood and lastly a black witch's blood” she smiled looking at her best friend. " Great, we should start getting the items” she walked away going to meet her fellow witches.

“So you’re not sure if you have witch blood? And you’re worried that if you do, it might be hurting your baby?” We both nodded. “What do you know about this?” Astrid asked. “About witch blood and babies?” “A lot,” he said. “But I don’t understand,” I spoke up. “Astrid said that your sister is a witch? How is that possible? You’re a werewolf. And a Beta at that!” A sad expression crossed Beta Brighton’s face. He was silent for a moment before he spoke.

Before she could get any closer, I was shocked that Sasha leapt towards the witch. It caught her off guard and Sasha managed to swipe her large claws across the witch’s face. I heard a scream as I watched blood pour from the woman’s face. Before I could think any more about it, Sasha had moved forward while the witch was distracted and clasped her jaws around her throat.

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap:

Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully. Stephen smiled a bit. "Hybrid. It's a mixture of Vampire and Werewolf. My Mother was a vampire. Mated to a Wolf. Which is fatal by the way. But she had some supernatural powers so... My Dad.. A pure blood wolf. He was the Alpha of the pack. That made my mom Luna, second in command.

He then stopped, breathing hard and buried his face in the corner of my neck. “What are you?” he asked, somewhat dazed. "Human?" I said with a frown. 'Couldn't he tell?' I wondered. "you?" "I'm a Lycan and you are no ordinary human," he rasped. 'Oh! That's what he meant. Perhaps he could perceive that I was a witch.' I thought to myself, remembering him in his beastly form thinking I was right in my deduction of what he was. Lycans and werewolves are known for their keen sense of smell just like the nightwalkers who can tell apart regular human blood from a witch's blood. My mother once told me that nocturnal creatures feared drinking witches' blood because they are scared of being enslaved

The edge of her knife scraping the woman’s side, she let out a hiss. Some of the Witch’s blood spattering onto her hand, Chiri too breathed in a pained breath of air. Gritting her teeth as the red liquid caused a burning sensation to spread across her skin, Chiri dropped the knife. Plunging her arm into the dirty water at their feet, she attempted to quickly rinse her hands of the harmful substance. Blisters forming on her hand where the Witch’s blood had touched her, Chiri glared up at the woman. The woman’s satisfaction towards her pain evident, she retrieved her weapon from the puddle, Chiri splashed some of its water into the Witch’s face.