Resident Evil Witch Sisters Novels & Stories

She added, finding my gaze again. "What happened?" I asked. "A tragedy, wiping off so many of my sisters." Valerie placed both her hands on the table. How she spoke told me she also had nightmares haunting her every awakening. I wish I could let her have the moment, but I had so many questions eager to be heard. "Sisters? Does that mean every one of the witches bearing that mark belongs to a coven? " My lips moved sharply. "Not a coven. We were more than that. We were the crystal witches of the ancient fortress. " Valerie paused, looking at me again as if expecting some kind of reaction.

Damn it, she couldn’t even use her tone to warn him. “Do it again. To these two,” he said, jutting his chin towards the two witches on each side of the desk. “Wait, what? Sir—” One of them said but stopped when the spell took effect and they could no longer see. They cried out, uttering spells and incantations, trying to undo the spell. “Perfect,” Ricinius said, sounding pleased. “And she is like her mother?” “Exactly like her mother,” Aunt Rose said, her smile firmly in place. How did Ricinius not see the pleased, smug look on her face? “Why don’t you bring in a couple of wolves and she can show you what she can do?”

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

“I’m sure that you would tell us anyway, so why don’t you get on with it?” She sneered back at me. “It means that I know every dirty little secret you all have been doing against each other to rise in ranks. For instance, your little sister, Isobel did not die by being mauled by wolves, it was the queen mother of your coven that orchestrated her death and the death of six other witches her age to rise to the rank of being the leader of your coven. The witches who were sacrificed for your so-called queen mother, their names are Sabrina, Dhalia, Maya, Freya, Gretta, and Genna”

After a moment, I continued questioning, "Then who are black creatures who wore black robes? Those creatures abducted my mate, and they kept claiming I was the Medeora curse. Who are they?" "Those are the evil witches known as Ereje. A group of black women who wanted your bloodline tainted by black magic," Kiro explained. "They are the vicious creatures, the greatest foes of silver werewolves. In other words, they are the Witches of Greed." "That proves her blood is everything because many creatures are eager to get her. And they will do anything for it," Hailey added. She paused to look at me and said, "We're talking about a group of black women who think that only you have extraordinary po

Serena explained, looking up to see Adrian give her a sympathetic look. Serena took the book from Adrian's grasp and began reading the short biography under her mother's image. The Grand High Witch had four daughters: Tiara ruled the north, Elena ruled the east, Ella ruled the west, and Kelly ruled the south. The Arellea witches were the most powerful witches the world had ever known. Tiara was the most powerful of the three sisters, even though she was the youngest, she was in line to become the next Grand High Witch. This prompted their older sister Elena to revolt, and a war broke out within Arellea, but their mother was killed during the conflict by an unknown assailant, who has yet to b

I recognized the tanned witch from the dungeon - a friend, Valerie called her. But she wielded a dagger, and for a moment I thought she was coming towards us, still working for the coven. Valerie managed to get one witchwolf off me, and I did the same with the other one who still gripped my arm, ripping her beastly hand from the bone. Both fell to the ground, writhing with pain as they bled out from their arms, when the witch I was wary of plunged the dagger through her own sister.

Amelia POV I'm Amelia, and my twin sister Rosalie is a witch. My mother, Linda, is a white witch, and she's mated to my father, a werewolf warrior. Although we're the daughter of a werewolf, we're wolf-less, unlike our younger brother Emilio, but we're not ordinary witches either. We're gifted a great power by the moon goddess. We can resurrect the dead But not completely. The person should be dead for 5 minutes, or he is half dead. Otherwise, we can't do anything about it.

Like it wants to slowly pull the will to live from your body, and consume your soul to add to its oppressive weight for the next victim. There was likely very little water here, so I couldn't travel myself out of here either. Not until I found a reliable water source at least. I'd been walking for what felt like hours, and the position of the sun hadn't changed. The ground began to shift beneath me, rising up on all sides until I was at the bottom of a steep, sandy pit. At the top of the pit, six figures shimmered into view, looking eerily similar to the mages from the brethren of the quell. Each woman was almost identical to the next, their main identifiers being their difference in height.

He did his best to make out the faces of the two witches as they held onto Theo while they teleported back out, but they looked far too blurry and distorted. Tillie stayed behind. “There, you see. The deal is done.” Valkyr looked curiously at the animal carrier. “This was quite clever,” he said with a grin. “Good-bye, vampire. You have no reason to see me again,” Tillie said as she slowly disappeared. “Did you manage to get a look at those witches?” Valkyr asked while keeping his eyes locked on the carrier containing his son. “They were too quick for me,” Jeremiah said, apologetically.