Elder Blood Witcher Novels & Stories

“What do you know about blood witches?” That snapped the sleep right out of me. “Blood witches?” I repeated, frowning. “Yes.” I sat up straighter, pulling the blanket around me. “Well… they’re sworn enemies of wolves. Everyone knows that. They use blood magic, dark and twisted, and they manipulate people into doing their bidding. They’re dangerous, Elena. The worst kind of dangerous.” Elena’s eyes darkened, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve. “Why?” I asked slowly. “Why are you suddenly asking about them?”

The Eldest of the Red Witch siblings was fair in her blatant hatred. With narrowed eyes, Valerie shrugged, nonchalantly. “I wonder too. Though I didn’t doubt for a moment it was you.” Berilla rolled her eyes and thought more intensely. Suddenly Berila gasped when she went through all possible heirs except them but got no particular name. “Could it be Princess Laylin?” Neither Berilla nor Valerie ever married so Esmerlda was the only other one who carried on their bloodline but she was dead in their records. Valerie's familiar blue eyes shone in recognition. She had heard of the Princess who had been daring enough to send a witch and offer the head of the King of Beasts.

The ritual lines I drew are now glowing faintly with chalk and blood mingled together under moonroot dust---- just as the witch had said it should be. “She bleeds with the moon,” the witch says “And you bring me her blood willingly.” “Nothing about this is willing,” I snap, lifting the glass vial of the Omega scum's blood which I’ve protected for days. Who would have thought that me, I, Elayne would search through that dirty low blood wolf quarters and search through her dirt satches for her period wraps. Used ones at that! Just the thought of it wants to make me throw up, and the croaking voice of this filthy hag in front of me grating my precious ears is not helping matters at all.

Her jaw drops as she stares at Bertha, who smirks and winks back at her. “My aunt is the strongest High Witch, and her years of knowledge allow her to perform little miracles,” Elysia explains with a giggle. “Thank you, Bertha. I won’t be afraid to give you as much blood as you need,” Azura says, getting up from the bed with newfound confidence. “I won’t require much, darling,” Bertha replies cockily. “But who is this handsome Alpha beside you? Is he the new toy of my niece? Hmm?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows at Elysia.

Elsa has somehow received help from her, and I want to know why. “The only one I know by that name is a blood witch. I hope she wasn’t daft enough to go to her for anything.” Letha appeared nervous, biting her lip as she thought about this. Feeling stupid that I didn’t understand what she was talking about. “What is a blood witch?” Surely, this lady cannot be all bad.

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

“She is far more. You’ve seen glimpses of it already, though you don’t yet understand. Emily carries the power of the witch bloodline, ancient and rare. That power is what her captor seeks.” Her words slammed into me, leaving me momentarily speechless. Emily? Witch power? The idea seemed absurd, yet I couldn’t deny the strange things that had been happening around her, the way energy seemed to ripple from her when she was frightened or angry. “You’re telling me she’s… a witch?” I asked slowly. Elaria tilted her head, her smile deepening as though amused by my ignorance. “Not just a witch, Marcus. A Violet-eyed witch.” The room tilted. I stared at her. “What in the hell is a Violet-eyed witch

The Council elder leader, Dameus is from the Dryad territory. "Our Elisa has transformed into a Blood Wolf this alone can save the future of the Blood Wolf bloodline. Alpha Eris have you made the decision yet?" He asked Eris. Elisa looked up to him waiting for his answer. But his mind was elsewhere his eyes landed on his mother's cold eyes. Something else caught his attention standing behind his mom in the corner of the room, the dark shadow looming over Iris' form. Her blue eyes no longer held pain, love and warmth.

'' He said, shutting the book close. ''What the hell do you mean that there's no female elder?'' I asked with a sigh. ''Just like there's no Father or God of wolves, there's no female elder. My King, I think the said Elena is the one who blocked your wolf's mate sensory as well as that one of your mate's.'' I groaned in annoyance. "Elena is not an Elder. As a matter of fact, she is a Witch." Earl said, picking up another book. ''You know? Everything you say gives me a headache. I'm out of here.'' I said, standing up and going to the entrance part of the cave. ''My King, where are you going?'' asked Earl. I rolled my eyes, ''I'm going to look for Brian.''