Raven Vs Scarlet Witch Novels & Stories

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

He bared his fangs, blood dripping from his shoulder as he forced his legs back under him, ready to spring again. "Rohan, don't move!" I screamed, my voice raw. I didn't have my full core back, but I had enough. I reached out, grabbing a heavy, broken chunk of the oak wardrobe from the floor. Forcing the sluggish, slow current of my witch blood into the wood, I threw it straight at her head. The magic didn't make it float; it just gave it a violent, unnatural velocity. Ravena flinched as the heavy wood clipped her cheek, tearing a thin line across her pale skin. The blood that leaked out wasn't red—it was a dark, shimmering violet.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

“Until her wolf awakens, she is as vulnerable as any chosen mate. She cannot yet offer you the Valkin’s magic. For now, her blood holds no power.” I looked over at Maxwell and Clay, their faces mirroring the same shock and disbelief I felt coursing through my veins. Everything we had believed, everything we had hoped for, suddenly felt fragile, hanging by a thread. Scarlett was our mate, our fated one, but without her wolf, without her magic, we were no closer to strength or protection.

I know Raven would have had a hard time with me gone, since the twins are so young, but I never imagined Tara challenging her. “Tara attacked her?” I swallow the knot building in my throat, as Thane nods. “Yes, and Raven won as usual, she killed Tara, and the Council has been calling her a blood wolf, whatever that means,” Thane answers, making me smile, knowing Raven would have beaten anyone who challenged her. No one truly understands how strong Raven really is, and what she’s capable of, but Osric and I know she isn’t someone to be underestimated nor messed with.

There was no mistaking it: this was Boldt Castle. Scarlet dove down, sensing with every part of her body that Sage was inside. As she flew, the clouds racing through her hair, she saw a soft glow coming from inside, and knew it was torchlight. She knew the castle was filled with thousands of Immortalists, all of them waiting to trap her. But she didn’t care. Scarlet dove straight down, aiming for the hole. She knew that flying in here would mean her own death. They would all descend on her, and her life would end here tonight. But none of that mattered anymore. No matter what happened, she and Sage would be together again.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

“Her soul is strong, but the black magic is resisting. I need more time.” I gritted my teeth, my wolf howling inside me. Raven’s pain was like a knife to my heart, but I forced myself to stay calm. Losing control now would only make things worse. The glow around Raven grew brighter, and the air in the room felt heavy, like a storm was about to break. Suddenly, the witch let out a sharp cry and fell back, clutching her hands. “What’s wrong?” I demanded. “She’s fighting it!” the witch gasped. “Her blood is very powerful, thanks to the goddess, it’s overpowering the magic!”