Red Witches Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

There had been a split second where we all looked at one another, each one of us feeling the air shift as our instincts told us that something wasn’t just coming—it was already here. ‘Alpha, they’re coming in from the west!’ Beta Blake shouted over mind-link mere seconds before the surrounding forest began to tremble and a stream of witches poured through. Their cloaks of deep crimson billowed behind them. They melted into one another, forming a sea of blood that was both beautiful and horrifying. Men and women shifted into wolves, thrusting themselves into the sea with fang and claws bared. They were swallowed by the waves, devoured by the crimson that continued to grow and grow and grow.

She stepped out into the snow, Shadow rising, burning gold in her eyes, the illusions twisting, hissing, trying to crawl inside her mind. She roared. A wave of darkness burst from her, slamming into the illusions. The false monsters screamed as they disintegrated into smoke, leaving only the cold and the moonlight. But the witches were not done. From the treeline, a figure stepped forward, robes pitch black, hands lifted as a black mist curled around her fingers. “Alpha,” she hissed, voice echoing. Raven lifted her blade. “You don’t belong here.” The witch laughed, eyes like shattered glass, mist slithering toward Raven.

Arya said gently as she walked me into the cool, gigantic mansion. She poured me a drink at the small bar. I didn’t realize what it was until the sharpness of the drink hit my nose. “Vodka? Seriously?” I lifted a brow at her. “You practically looked like you were about to lose your mind. This’ll wake you up,” she said, pouring herself a glass too and taking a sip. “What the heck was that back there?” I asked eager to get an explanation. “They’re Crimson Witches. They’ve been attacking our men. They were behind the ambush on your first night here.” She explained.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

(Matilda’s POV): Everything around was destroyed to the core in just a glimpse of a moment, the troops were all dead, and blood was everywhere. The surroundings were filled with horrible black smoke and the disgusting smell of dead bodies of Vampires & Werewolves making it a dreadful and unbearable scene. Some were still alive but fearing for life. Some were still trying to win the war.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

“What did they say her name was? Elinna. Your mother named you well. The Hebrew say you're an answered prayer, the Greek say you're a bright light. And what about Scarlet? It signifies the royalty and wealth that has been flowing in your veins since you were born. We've been watching you for decades and here you are, a grown woman. Just a child yesterday.” They knew my mother? “I’m sure you're confused as to who we are. These are my sisters. Celestria and Chandra. I am Crimson. We are what people call The Grand Witches. Even though that's a stretch, it's for the best. Keeps humans at bay.” It was like the forest around us was standing still and we were in a time loop. Chandra cut her sister