Blood Witch Novels & Stories

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

I reached the ledge and looked down at the chaos. “I am not going to let that happen!” I roared. Below me, the scene was a literal bloodbath. The nightstalkers were tearing into the witches with a mindless ferocity. It was messy and loud—the sound of fabric tearing and the wet thud of bodies hitting the ground. One of the larger beast-wolves caught a witch by the throat, hoisting her into the air like she weighed nothing. With a guttural snarl, he flung her body toward the center of the room, right into the swirling vortex of the whirlpool.

She breathes hard through his mouth. Everly's invisible body rushed back, and so did the wolves. Their nails scratched Bellatrix’s body. A muffled scream came out of her throat. She is trying to resist pain with all her might, but she is devastated by the attacks of Everly and the wolves. Her arms and legs—most of her body—have been bitten by wolves. Everly is clutching her face with her feet. Bellatrix's nose and her face were torn off by the impact of the dinosaur heel. She can see Nicholas' face; the devil is laughing. The wolves moved away when they heard his footsteps. Everly kicked her in the stomach. Bellatrix groaned in pain. There is no energy in the body. Her blue blouse and black

It was a dossier of nightmares. "The Crimson Matron," Aaliyah read aloud, her voice tight with a mixture of professional fascination and genuine fear. "An Eastern European witch with advanced hemokinetic abilities. Specializes in blood rituals and generational curses. The Ledger notes she single-handedly brought down the entire vampiric House of Carpathia in a single night of bloodshed." An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen.

It's true that he should look into this in case another Vampire had caused this mess, but he doubted it. "It was that damn Witch who did this. She killed my baby girl and tore out her heart..." the woman hiccuped. Tore out her heart? Why would the tabloids leave that out? "Witches are genuinely clean beings. Even with something like this, they would've cleaned up after themselves. This Witch you speak of, does your daughter know her?" He asked as he looked around the room. Nothing stood out with the family pictures, large flat screen and absurd statue figurines.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

The witch next to me rose up getting in a fighting stance, letting her skin start to blaze as flames licked the skin of her fingers looking like swirls. I hugged Beth close, trying to help her calm down Demeter as the pounding became more demanding on the metal door. The metal started to bend at a more rapid pace, indents beginning to show rapidly everywhere on the thick frame. It looked like more had joined in the fight to get the door open. One quick joint effort was made as a screeching sound ricocheted through the small space of the bunker and the door finally gave. Dust filled the air as the cement beneath the door broke and a hoard of blood soaked royal blue cloaked vampires ran in.

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

She wanted to give him pups. "Name it." "Three things." The witch began laying out objects on the altar. "First, blood of the betrayed." She pointed to Tank's MC cut, which Roxy had stolen. Her brother's blood still stained the leather from when she'd knocked him unconscious to escape. He wasn't her brother anymore. "Second, essence of the claim." She placed a silver bowl on the altar. "You'll need something from their claiming night. Hair, skin, blood – anything that holds the power of their bond."

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as