Resident Evil Witch Sisters Novels & Stories

“They were so tensed– I was afraid they could even faint.” “And who are we talking about here?” Isla asked, finally exposing her confusion. “You’ve been grumbling for a while now but have not mentioned any names. You should come clear for me to understand what you're talking about.” Isla hinted. The were still on it when Jade joined them. “What are you girls talking about?” He questioned. “Well, it’s Phidel. ” Isla began. “She said she saw two girls who looked shocked seeing her.” “Not only shocked,” Phidel chipped in. “They looked like they would faint. I don't know if it's just me but I think they were weird – like they had seen a ghost.” She concluded. With this said, Isla and Jade exchan

" At that, we both fell asleep in the dreams of Fairies and Elves fighting the Ogres and Trolls. Walking into the Witches' house. I smile and walk over to the 4 witches that live here: Esmerelda, Evelyn, Esther, and Evangelina. They are sister Werewolf witches and are also quadruplets. Their house smells so good with the many varieties of herbs that are on the shelves all around their home. Now do not think they are like the witches in fairy tale books with cauldrons and brooms. Not hardly, these ladies are very much into the current times. They have not found their mate. I was told that twins, triplets, and quadruplets will only share one mate between them. Because of the strong bond in the

"Dracula? Why would that monster want anything to do with a little girl?" ​I took a deep breath. "Because of who she really is. She isn't just a girl. She is the reincarnation of the Mother of Evil. She is Lilith, the ancient Queen of the Dark Witches." ​As I said that name, Elder Vane’s eyes went wide and looked like he had seen a ghost. ​To understand why this was so scary, you would have to know our history. A long, long time ago, white witches were the only magic users on Earth. They were good people who took their power from nature, from the trees, the wind, and the sun.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

the old man's words rang in her head as she laid on her bed and slept off. Years move on the two witches grew up having different powers. The first one whose name was Emily and the second one whose name was Emilia. Both were told to always use their power secretly in order not to bring dangers to their lives but Emily who was a Hellenic witch was more powerful than Emilia who was a Gardnerian witch which made Emilia grow hatred for her own twins' sister.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

"Your sister insisted on having some cupcakes..." My father had not finished speaking when he saw my disheveled appearance. He immediately changed his expression. "Where have you been fooling around again? Why are you always such a handful?" From then on, I often had nightmares at night, sobbing and screaming, "Let go of me! Don't rip my clothes!" It was not my mother's warm embrace that woke me up, but a hard slap. "You wore so little; were you deliberately trying to attract men? How could I have such an indecent daughter?"