Coraline Witch Novels & Stories

I placed my palm down over the goblet and the echoing drips of my blood as they hit silver resonated across the magic intertwined throughout the room. After a sufficient amount had spilled, I moved my hand away. It couldn't be healed until after the ceremony, something about keeping the connection to the goddess open, even though I was already giving her enough drops. The Hekate peered into the goblet and nodded, confirming the amount was appropriate. "The blood has been offered freely and willingly by the witch Corisande, may the goddess grace her with her presence. Now we weave the spell of summoning. Corisande, hold up the cup and join us in our casting.” I did as bid, raising the cup up

The witch was not sad because Amethyst was no more but angry that her plans did not go as planned — Malbonte was to stay back in the dungeons of Hell. Sudden black lines started to cover every inch of her figure. Crying her lungs out with indignation, Mauve clutched her hair and began pulling it, never caring much about the pain she felt. The witch growled and huffed whilst falling to her knees. She was suddenly feeling weak — there, she began covering her face with her nails, leaving scratch marks all over. Little by little, her whole body was being covered by black lines.

A stone set in the foundation. Selene stepped up next. “I am Selene,” she said, chin lifting. “I am the moon’s witch. I was afraid. I still am. But I did not bind to them out of weakness. I did it out of love. Love for this world, and for them.” The coil recoiled at that, the wrong scent in the air souring. Love, it seemed, was a flavor it did not like. Ronan’s turn. He stood with his feet braced, shoulders square, gaze fixed on the invisible line of corruption.

The fact they were extremely wealthy and powerful didn't help either. Coral wanted to tuck tail and run back into the house as quickly as she could. She looked like she had been working the late shift at a strip joint. She caught her reflection in the window pane of the french doors that led to the patio when she had first came out to find Lev. The only thing stopping her was the knowledge of her knowing if she turned around and went back inside of the house both men would probably think she was scared, or being difficult. She didn't want them to have that impression of her, so she walked forward with as much confidence as one could muster when they were wearing a man’s denim shirt, white th

The smell of chocolate chip waffles, fresh fruit and berries, and sausage wafted through the house as she worked steadily to plate her children's breakfast. Korrine's life was complicated. Sometimes her work took her away from her children for days or even weeks at a time, depending on whether she was working her human job, or her supernatural job. The supernatural jobs she worked were dangerous, so she kept her children far away from those. In the human world she was a high profile author and an entrepreneur, which had made her quite wealthy. Her supernatural job was just as time consuming, though these days she mostly sat back and gave orders to her teams as they invaded vampire nests. The

exclaimed Aza excitedly. "Really? I want to see!" Both: "...." "I didn't think it would be this easy, will the trip be easy?" asked Aza resignedly. "Come on, quickly!" Azareel: "...." Arriving in front of the second level house is green with a yard filled with plants everywhere. Leo had thought that this house was a garden complex, but immediately received a sharp blow on his forehead until it made an impression on the smooth forehead. "This is the house ... the house of the Green Cube Witch,"

I stomped my feet and walked away, but instead of going to my car, I walked towards the witches' coven that Eulisses had in his territory. “Coral, where the fuck are you?” I yelled. A door opened, and the young witch came out mixing some herbs. “I need a word with you.” I walked past her and sat in the living room. “Hi Mariel…” Coral greeted me, and just the sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine. There was something evil in her, there was something in there that set all the alarms on, but I was desperate, and I needed to neutralize the threat that Stella represented. “I need…” I started the conversation, but she interrupted me.

Since the witches have been made extinct, there was never a case of a bird speaking or sent as a messenger. But interestingly, Julia saw a bird disguised in the dark and speaking to her in her head. She couldn't help but shiver. For a long time, the generations after the witches have heard stories about how thoroughly wicked the witches were. It was even told that the werewolves are all under a spell from the witches before they went extinct. People don't even talk about them in the open but whisper. That was how abominable the witches are to the werewolves. Julia was still lost in her though when the bird spoke this time from her mouth. "You seem to have a lot of questions to ask my lady. B

Coraline Blackwell, Zachary’s sister. The first time I heard her name was at the Blackwell manor when Selene mentioned that Zachary lost contact with his sister years ago. Cora, as they call her, had no wolf… she was mostly witch, like their mother. Zachary, on the other hand, though he had traces of witch in his bloodline because of his mother, was more wolf and wasn’t born with the powers of a witch.