Harry Potter Black Sisters Novels & Stories

They said witches were all bad but do you know that their are two types of witches, the black witch and the white whitch. In the Canary village, lived a two sisters namely Freya and Marie. Both were beautiful and enchanting but they possessed an opposite traits from each other. Freya, known to be the black witch was very possessive, wicked, cruel and a pure evil but Marie, known to be the white witch was kind, loving, soft-hearted, and with a pure heart.

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

Disgust evident in my tone and her lips twitched in a smile. " I see that you are acquainted with my twin sister." Twin sister? She had left that part in her story. I didn't fail to notice the hatred oozing out of her at the word 'twin sister'. She practically spat that word out. " As much as I would love to taint every good image you have of her, I hate that name so meet me Fay, the black witch of Cole's coven." Her eyes twitched. I shivered slightly. She wields so much power. A black witch? I thought they were banned from existence. She laughed in a way that would make a pup cry and I cringed.

That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice. A woman emerged from the haze. Her dress flickered like shadow and flame. Her hair fell in a thick and tangled way around her shoulders, strands silver as black as nightmares. Zaira Blackthorn. I did not know how I knew her name, but I knew. The same way, I knew that she was a witch. "Such chaos," she whispered, voice like smoke and poison. "So much effort to protect something you were destined to lose." Behind her floated symbols drawn in blood, pulsing with sickly green light. I tried to run forward, to throw myself at her, to stop her, but my body would not move. My feet were rooted. My throat locked.

With a final word spoken, the witches lifted their arms as their cloak hoods fell back. The tallest of the three with piercing blue eyes and hair as black as the night sky, began to spin. Her black cloak swirled around her as she swayed to the melody of an otherworldly tune. Her sisters quickly joined in and the three of them danced in unison, the sound of their footsteps creating a symphony of their own as they chanted mysterious spells.

After much consideration, Jasper exhaled deeply and stood up . "Take me to them" he grunted and Ethan nodded and led the way. * The witches, known as the special supernatural beings, stood in the big hall with their Queen in front of them. They were known as sisters of the moon, and were usually dressed in a black garment with it's hoodie over their heads. Just eleven of them were present there at Jasper's pack, with their Queen - Liquorose - in front of them. And her assistant - Nika - beside her.

“Good morning, Sister Rosalinda, can I see the girl I want to adopt?” The black witch asked. Six Black witches have divided themselves to go to six different orphanages to adopt six young girls. “Good morning miss Joanna, let me bring her for you.” she stepped out of her office leaving the black witch inside who gave her a sinister smile.

The Sisters of the Black Veil or the Black Veil Brides. For years they had hidden themselves from the werewolves, secretly existing in seclusion behind the Black Veil. The Black Veil was a shimmering heavy blanket of swirling black mist that separated the witches from everyone and only the witches could detect it. “We need to ally with the witches,” I said to the two Alphas. “We do not need them,” Kieran said stubbornly. “We never have and we never will.” I sighed wearily. This was the one thing I hated about Kieran. His arrogance was unbearable.

And now, I'm paying the price. I shook my head, still not understanding the gravity of the situation. I had no idea that my mother's sister, the leader of the black witches, was plotting against me, and that Queen Endora was trying to protect me from a terrible fate. I was still confused and unaware of the danger, and I moved closer to my mother's side, eager to understand what was going on. But as I did, my mother's eyes widened in alarm. She tried to push me away, but it was too late. The black witch, who had been hiding in the shadows, cast a spell that ensnared me, trapping me in a magical binding.

said Lyla as she's chewing a piece of bread. "Our brains are wired to stay away from that thing." Louisa muttered. "Don't joke about that with me, Lyla!" Their conversation was interrupted by the presence of two girls dressed in black who---without permission---sat with them. Both of them stared at Lyla sharply. "Hei, New Girl, I heard you're from The Helliwells." One of them spoke. Her gaze intimidated Lyla. "Yeah, so?" she asked. From their appearances, Lyla could tell that the two girls were also witches.