Blood Witch Novels & Stories

Blood witches manipulate the blood of the victim to compel them to do whatever they command them. They control the one under the spell by controlling their blood. And Sanguineabyss is made of blood. It is in the soil, air, and sky. It is everywhere. That might be the reason why Kandreah went crazy and why the Fae twins were so reluctant to come here. They probably felt that this might be challenging for them.

I’d heard whispers of such things being possible, and I knew exactly who could make it happen. Brodie. The Blood Witch. Her name alone could make even the boldest of warriors shiver. Half-vampire, half-witch, and wholly terrifying, Brodie was a master of blood magic. She could bend the strongest wills and unravel the most sacred of bonds. If anyone could free Lucienne from those Alphas, it was her.

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

Had black hair with sparse grey ones in between, wearing his cassock with a briefcase that contained the tools he needed for the cleansing. “You all need to leave, maybe Seth and the boy’s father can stay back.” Father Benjamin said and they all vacated the room. Christine took a while before she adhered but she was reminded that the more time she takes, the more her son’s life is in danger. “The wolf blood witches have been in existence since the far 1700s. They have a rule; whatever is given must be returned. They always seem to show up when you’re desperate for something. Remember, whatever deal you make with the devil, he will always win.

At its center, encircled by ancient ruins, the stone bier lay surrounded by thirteen witches, their silver robes glistening with dew. As Ryker and Nova dismounted, the head witch stepped forward. Her eyes were blind and milky. “You have come to witness a miracle, Alpha.” Ryker narrowed his eyes. “What kind of miracle?” She gestured to the bier. “The return of blood. Of legacy.” There, beneath a sheer veil of glowing silk, a figure lay still. Slender. Familiar. Her chest rose and fell in slow, unnatural rhythm. The witches began to chant.

I laughed with Willa, “I know right? My father was a very cruel man and I have seen enough violence in my lifetime. My son is trying to do things differently by setting up a justice system. Don’t get me wrong, I will kill or use violence if necessary. But I don’t enjoy it and I would rather find another way.” Willa handed me a book, “if that’s the case, all you need is this and a warning. Beatrix might not have succeeded in killing Elias, but she won’t stop trying to make sure the witches destroy werewolves or at least decrease their numbers.” She rolled her sleeve off to reveal a burn mark in the form of hand. “Hardly anyone knows this about Beatrix, but she is an elemental witch and can u

The witch grabbed her by the hair, and held her over the basin, letting the blood flow into the receptacle. It was completely dark by the time the girl finally stopped bleeding. The witch picked the bowl up and held it to the sky, making the same 360 turn, mumbling the same incomprehensible words. She went from man to man, holding the basin to their mouths. After they swallowed the blood, she dipped her fingers in it and sprinkled them with the thick, crimson liquid. She returned to the middle, and nodded. The women grabbed the men by the hair and pulled their heads back. No one made a sound – it felt like nature itself held its breath. Keeping their eyes on the witch, the young women awaite

The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers. When she entered her chamber, she saw Thaddious lying on the floor, convulsioing and thrashing about. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and the black foam was coming from his mouth again. This had become the tell tell signs Brutus was about to make an appearance. She was really growing tired of this.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

“And the dragon?” My throat closed at the thought of its eyes—black, ringed with fire-red pupils, eyes that reminded me too much of her. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.”