Elder Blood Witcher Novels & Stories

But it’s the fourth figure that scares me the most—a man I recognize from the trial, one of the nobles who demanded Kael hand me over to the Council for judgment. Lord Aldric sh me?” Lord Aldric’s smile is sharp as a blade. “You’re very valuable, Lady Elara. Your bloodline is, at least.” I blink at him. “What are you talking about?” “Eclipse Born.” The words drop from his lips like stones into murky water. “A rare bloodline, born of a shifter and a powerful witch. Your kind has the ability to control the wolves of shifters.” Everything inside me goes still—my thoughts, even my breathing. “That’s impossible.”

with brute force, she shoves me in through the beaded curtain, losing my footing, I hit the wooden floor, landing at someone’s feet as I feel Kendra move in behind me. Pushing myself to my feet, I find myself face to face with the lady that I had seen. Her solid white eyes gaze at me, but she does not speak, instead she takes one of my hands, turning it over and traces over the lines on my palms. “Unusual” she mutters to herself and turns away from me I open my mouth to speak but Kendra elbows me in the ribs, telling me to be quiet. “Irina, the last Blood Alpha” the witch mutters as she stirs things in pots. Turning back to me, she takes something from the pot and rubs a dark dust over my op

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

One of the witches asked. "Yes," Ellie answered. "But she's a half-breed. I can see the stained blood in her." "Yes, she's a half-breed." Ellie said, calmly. "We'll have nothing to do with a stained blood, Ellie," the oldest among the witches spoke. "I'm sorry Ellie, but we have no business with her." Another witch said. "Please, we need to help her. She needs our help…" "She needs our help to fulfill a prophecy that has nothing to do with us?" The old witch spoke again, this time the pitch of her voice got higher than it had been earlier.

Her name was Ruby Atwater, a necromancer, and a mother to Elinor Wildes. Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who are determined to make her the last Were-witch to ever exist, to make her suffer the same fate as Judas. But she does not know it… yet.

He finished as he sat at the table. “The prophecy stated that hybrid would be powerful. Angelica is an exception, though.” Aleister said after he drained the blood bag and moved on to the second. “How so?” Asked Devon with a confused look on his face. “She is even more powerful. She is not just a wolf-vamp hybrid. She is also the daughter of a witch, a grand white witch to be exact.” Alester explained before draining the blood bag in his hands. “Is this human blood?” Aleister asked Astra as he licked his lips.

"What do you mean? You have to keep me safe." "Oliver thinks whatever was in that syringe might have weakened Astrid's Bennet abilities. When we rescued the twins, the witches had a stash of the twin's blood, Axel's blood, Lanie's blood and Ellen's. Ellen being the white witch, her blood has potent antigens." Lucy just stared at me, not saying a word. "Lucy? Did you hear me?" I snapped my fingers in front of her face. "Lucy?" I yelled. "Yes, sorry I did. Astrid was just telling me something. Okay, so we just wait and see what Oliver's lab has to say?"

"We find the other sources?" "No, I can break the link, because it could be innocent humans or even animals." I replied, brushing my hair off my face. "I just need a bit of time to perform the spell. What happened to Eldridge?" "I destroyed her heart. There’s no chance that they have the same spell to revive?" "No, they are witches, if you destroyed the heart, she’s gone." I said, "Elinai is dead too." He nodded, "I’ll keep everyone away." He said, as three wolves ran at us.

"Oh no, she's over a hundred. Most wolves don't have kids until they are well past a hundred." "Then why aren't my parents fucking rich?" Ellie asked. "They had a hundred years to save before I was born." "Your parents ARE rich, Ellie. All werewolves are." "My parents are teachers, they live paycheck to paycheck." Meredith snorted then seeing the expression on Ellie's face, she straightened her face. Ellie grabbed her phone and stood with a quick flourish. Ellie: MOM!! Mom: What is it, honey? Ellie: ARE YOU 143 YEARS OLD?!

She looked familiar. "Ah, Scarlett," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I am Eldra, the head witch of the Black Blood Pack, remember me," "Yes, yes I did," I answered her, still feeling very nervous, why did Zane bring me to this woman? "I will wait outside," Zane said and left. "Scarlett dear, have your seat and tell me about yourself. About your past." Eldra said. What a worse choice in conversation, not after everything I had been through. I hesitated, I took a deep breath, and began to speak.