Elder Blood Witcher Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he was assaulted by a gust of atmosphere with the air charged with perceivable power. “I… I don't know,” Elara breathed softly, her gaze wide with terror and wonder. “Speak to me of your grandmother's tales,” Lerder said softly. His words provide a soothing counterbalance to rising tension. His concern for her was a clear, stark contrast to his usual acrid demeanor. He found himself attracted to her, an urge to protect her to be responsible. Elara told me of her grandmother's stories of an ancient power in her bloodline – one intertwined with a prophecy of unimaginable destruction with possible salvation. She told me of a hidden past, of a centuries-old bloodline when humans and we

My heart started to pound heavily as my blood surged through my veins, “Who?” “The elder witches of Dunemire. No one sees them in the daytime, but they are sitting in my hut right now, waiting for you,” she said and took my hand, “they won’t hurt you, Alruin. Although they are very complex people that do not bow to anyone, I don’t think they’d want to do anything bad to the blood bearer.” I nodded and shrugged her hand off, “I’m not scared. Nowadays it feels like I have to meet every goddamn person there is before I can get to Marla.” I replied with a frown, stepping out of the building.

I settled myself. “We learned that she was planning to formulate an immortality serum. She was gathering blood from witches and werewolves, combining its power. She wanted to keep her youth and ability to cure. She wanted your blood and any blood of half-blooded so it would be compatible with her. We heard that when witch’s blood can not be mixed with werewolf blood unless it was mixed with half blood like you. Your blood is compatible with both kinds of blood.” Alpha Riva said.

Why were they, who were considered as part of the best forces of the Undead, here? “I agree with my sister Elder. This is just a waste of time.” The other Beastgirl added, in complete agreement with the first. Indeed, the one they spoke to, was an Elder, and he wasn’t just any Elder. He was the one they called Elder Sand! As for the women next to him, they were Eva and Marie, the Blood Witches! If the Beastmen who were here knew of their true identity, many of them would have fainted in fear and shock!

The thought of having a child bride sickens me. Who wants to marry an evil dragon obsessed with power? But Sera and the dragon mentioned a prophecy about the next Red Witch. My grandmother said that Icarus foresaw the downfall of the black dragon at the hands of the subsequent Red Witch - me. If my memories are correct, my mother, who had no magic, wasn't a redhead but blonde—more light platinum blonde, almost white. It's rare for anyone to have such hair color. If this world were a video game, platinum blonde hair would direct lines of elves.

“She’s a hybrid.” Chris was dumbfounded at what he heard. Kean must be joking, right? “Are you joking right now? It’s not the right time to joke around, Kean?” Chris pursed his lips. Kean chuckled. “I wish this was just a joke, but it’s not, dad. Ember said that in front of all the alphas of Devonlaire. She’s a part witch, and a part werewolf. She’s not Arnulf’s daughter and she was the last descendant of the white wolf.”

Vlador explained. “An earth witch using ice witch magic? Very intriguing.” Igredris mused, then added, “The blood curse belongs to the Elix witch clan only. It’s a pure-blood ice of a clan with an unbroken lineage from their ancient ancestors, who split off long ago. They are known for their white hair. Elix is the only witch clan not hostile to vampires. Their ancestors had good relations with the Verdonix clan.” Vlador’s eyes widened a little. The Verdonix clan? He didn’t know they had ties with witches.

Maddox’s POV: Caleb and I swung our heads toward Eldric while screeching in unison, “What? How?” Staring into the distance, he nodded very slowly, lost in thought, “A witch.” Caleb frowned in confusion, “I thought you said we burned all the witches loyal to Derek’s regime.” Glancing at him, Eldric answered, “Not them. She’s someone else. Old, powerful, cunning. Air is her element, and her expertise is to track scents…even if they’re decades old.”

Under the blood-red moon, thousands of werewolves dropped to their knees. "W-Witchcraft! This has to be witchcraft!" Lucas stammered, trembling as he tried to stand. "Elena bought off a witch!" The werewolves exchanged glances, already on the verge of switching sides. Suddenly, an ancient voice resounded from the sky. 12 black-robed Elders came gliding in from the direction of the sacred temple. The Grand Elder landed first. When his gaze fell on me, his voice quivered. "Golden eyes… Princess Elena… is a half-wolf carrying the bloodline of the Original Werewolf!"

For a moment, I thought she was going to cast an evil spell on me, but surprisingly, she didn't. "Very well then... I'm going to explain everything to you." She cleared her throat. "I have been a dark witch for centuries, but I have never had a prophecy. On the night after you were born, I did. You were of rare blood, one whose blood can heal and destroy. One whose blood can awaken the dead. You're not just a Vamwolf... you are a Necrosanguine, one whose blood heals kingdoms, destroys empires, and commands the dead to rise," Isha explained. My eyes went to Ryker, and he nodded with a small smile, signaling to me that whatever Isha said was true.