Chaos Witch Quelaag Novels & Stories

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

Not everyone could win. “So I'm here to remind you of the consequences of your decision!” Without warning, Kesha hurled a blazing sphere of fire. Elena reacted instantly, deflecting it away from her teacher. A sharp hiss escaped her lips as the flames scorched her palm. Angela gasped. “Kesha!” Queen Elizabeth thundered. A wave of power burst from her, shoving Kesha backward. But the witches behind Kesha surged forward, took the lead unleashing destruction. People screamed and scattered in terror. Furniture shattered. Glass rained across the floor as the witches jumped onto actions.

She remembered that Ayan had told her that lady Amelia was a dark witch. Dark witches always used blood for all their magic. Kasha took out a small dagger from her boot and used it to make a long gash on her palm. She dripped the blood on the handle. The lock turned and the door opened. Kasha peered in to it. It was pitch black. She took a small touch from her pocket, switched it on and walked through the door. She gasped as she found herself in the middle of the demon kingdom. The streets were empty.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

Chaos said, placing his hands behind his head and floating around the room. "I am a witch Chaos a strong one, there is no witch stronger than me and you know that. I would have known what to do," Elena said, pinching the bridge of her nose as she praised herself. "And that brings me to what Raziah was staring at, what did she see on the wall?" she asked no one in particular. "I know what she saw." Chaos answered.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

“Help me understand.” “You won’t understand. Release her let her come to me. Let me release you to the well!” There was no reaching her she would not be giving up her artifact, and Guardian Curral’s artifact was inside the well. Legarde would have to come back. He was in no hurry. No one else would be-able to do it. But then there was reason to hurry. Guardian Curral is under no one’s control, had no mage to speak through and would soon become vile. He couldn’t fight in his condition and reasoning would not help. What did she mean? Where they beyond saving?

' Tamara stepped forward seemingly unaffected by the whole ordeal. 'No Tamara, we will find a way out of this please. ' I begged, my heart beating erratically and my wolf whimpering in return. 'Trust me, work with me like Mimi said. Just follow my act, I want you yo throw that chalice to me in a count of three. Just trust me please. ' She spoke through our bond making me relax a bit. She then extended a claw, slashing the centre of her palm. 'Stupid witch already wanting to kill herself. ' Pete chuckled as her blood began to drip on the floor. On the count of three I threw it to her. She held the shiny object in one hand, dripping the blood in the shiny object all while looking at Pete with

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

They drop to their knees and scream with their hands over their ears. "Playtime is over bitches." Zeida says as she returns to us and gives me a high five. Kierra, Mariela, Eva, and Mav step forward to begin chanting a spell. I try to walk toward Euphenia and Calla, but my body starts shaking. What's happening? I leap into the air over the others and land near the witches. My body seems to have a mind of its own as I kick Euphenia so hard that she flies back and hits a tree, making it fall.