Novel & Cerita Crimson Witch

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

I glare at my father one last time before leaving the room. ‘I hate to say it but he’s right,’ I hear a familiar voice in my head- Krimson’s. After I turned when I was 16, the Goddess gifted him to me as my spirit wolf. I named him Krimson due to his unique red coat. ‘There’s nothing right about forcing me to be with a witch I just met,’ I answer, heading to the front door. ‘I like Kiara and all, but why argue with the Alpha if the union will be temporary? Just until we find our fated,’

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

her eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Just then Crystal was on the dinner table, standing on her feet. With a whistle she called Pidge who turned her face to see the little girl. "Crystal! Oh my Goodness...please come down at once...you will fall." Pidge quickly strolled to the table and asked her to come out. It was that moment when all the witches stood at the back, crossing their hands to their chest and Crystal sniffled as her nose crinkled. Then the colour of her eyes changed into a twinkling blue pearl and suddenly she jumped off the table shifting to a little wolf.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

I gave him a look and he understood. Inside the cell block, the witches tensed the moment I walked in. They recognized who I was. An Alpha they shouldn’t have messed with. One of them raised a trembling hand, gathering power to cast a spell on me but before he could, I grabbed his hand and bent it till his bones came out of his wrist. His scream echoed and that was what I needed to get started. “I heard a rumor,” I said conversationally, as I walked in front of them, “that Crimson Witches fear turning into wolves more than anything. Always wondered why that is. I mean, it’s not like you can just turn into a wolf…”

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

the witch said, taking her gaze up to the sky. “I am talking about the coloured ones. The spirit creatures that control the elements as well as the emotions of mother earth" the witch further added. “Will they help?" Alpha Jacob asked. “If you are ready to give them what they want," she replied. “I am willing to give them anything to protect my family," Alpha Jacob replied determinedly. ”Very well then. I will summon them," the witch said. After performing some ritual rites the witch summoned the coloured ones and they appeared in a form of four burning flames of red, blue, gray and yellow.

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."