Escape Blair Witch Reviews Novels & Stories

They had fought to the last, and now they were reclaiming their home territory. As if a double-edged sword, the euphoria of their victory was extinguished by the terrifying howl of a distant wolf, reverberating through the trees. Blair's heart sank as she turned toward the sound. From within the shadows emerged a magnificent creature larger than any wolf she had ever encountered. As dark as the starlit night, its eyes bore with a confused and unfathomable intensity. Somehow beyond their comprehension, this was no wolf; this was the manifestation of darkness.

Blair have been feeling too weak, since she left Jayden, she took her time to read about wolves and their needs. She found out a few things about them, she was more interested in knowing more about their urges, and what their semen does to a human. Why she was feeling him, like they haven't done it before, was something she didn't understand. Maybe there will be an antidote for what she is feeling, but the time, she just wants to be in her room and masturbate, that seem to be the only solution to her problem, and somehow, she wish that Jayden too, is cooling off the same way.

Blaire watched him go. Push had come to shove, so even though Ragnar’s outing upset her, it gave her the perfect opportunity to keep searching for Jade without being monitored. It was about time she turned to the supernatural. It was about time she took the witch way out.

this was okay. "I wasted two fucking hours on you... trying to make you special... out of this fucking world and it was only okay." "Okay!" she said when Blair stood up, her brows furrowed when she said, "What are you saying?" "I am saying that this was the best pleasure of my life. Don't you feel the same?" Blair was quiet, she somehow felt that the girl liked her? "What if she's a... "are you...?" Blair was interrupted by Blaze who said, "yes, Blair. I am a lesbian."

Rona walked in as she gave Jade a slight hug. “You'd be fine.” That was an honest reassurance from Rona. No matter how Rona behaves, she's a good person too. Blair is the only witch among us here. Black mind. Dark soul. Always jealous… Damn! She's one hell of a carry bitch. “The place is getting quite stuffy for her…" The pack doctor had a scrunched up face as he said that. We had to leave so she could get a better rest, and I'm sure she'd be fine soon.

Patiently waiting for her to get distracted with crushing the flowers, I jump on her but she's smarter than I gave her credit for as she flings her hand towards me and a blast of orange flames comes flying over me from her palm. Fuck! Is that molten lava? I feel the burn on my face and chest as my clothes burn off and the lava touches my bare skin. I shout out at the burning feeling. My skin's getting blistered. I can hear my mate's scream as she comes nearer to me but fuck, I can't move. "You stupid bitch. You think you can best me?" I hear the witch complain and I open my eyes to see Sierra push the witch who was coming closer to probably finish me off but my mate accidentally lets the kni

Blaze's voice rumbled, a vehement defense of his mate resonating through the hall, challenging the elders' biased stance. "We insist on rejecting her, not solely because of her status as a witch. She is entirely unhinged and out of control. Your mother possessed a mastery over her powers, and she lacks that!" "No!" Blaze growls, the scorn in his voice unmistakable. "You're afraid that she would wield too much power, much like me. It's the fear of what you can't control. Are you truly prepared to experience the sensation of me losing control? I can be a lethal force when I'm mad!"

Blair scoffed while ragging Julian's unconscious body to Daemoniom. She was pissed but at the same time please even if Foire and Illac contacted her last minute to take care of a little lost werewolf. "Can't believe he called me a hybrid. I hate this disguise, why do I even have to wear this crook? Ugh," she said. Blair is one from Foire's and Illac's inner circle in the supernatural border. She was a necromancer capable of almost everything, even killing by just using her mind. The means of transport in the supernatural border are the necromancer's tele magic.

The same cold, mirthless sound that we had heard before. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I asked, "Who is that?" Rain zoomed in on the woman's face, and we studied it carefully. But none of us recognized her. Blaze's eyes narrowed as he said, "I think I can help with that. Let me take a closer look." He took Rain's laptop and started typing away. After a few minutes, he looked up, his expression grim. Who was this woman, and what did she want with us? Blaze's voice was low and serious as he said, "I think I know who she is. And it's not good. Her name is Morgan, and she's a witch with a reputation for being ruthless and cunning." I felt a chill run down my spine. A witch? What did she w

The silver-eyed praised as he set the book down and turned to the purple-eyed woman trembling with curiousity beside him. "Cliff End plans to put into vote recognizing White Pearl as an official pack during the meeting." He explained and Helena's nose scrunched up at the news. "You're against it?" Allistor questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Of course I am. White Pearl is a settlement of rogues and shifters who have committed questionable acts and while I believe in repentance and forgiveness, it's too risky to give them the power that being officially recognized as a pack will." She ranted, passionately a frown on her face at the thought of someone trying to push for such a thing.