Resident Evil Witch Sisters Novels & Stories

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

Beth thrashed, clawing at the iron grip around her scalp, but it was useless. My stomach lurched as the witch’s jaw unhinged unnaturally wide, her rotten teeth bared, aiming for Beth’s neck. "Wait, wait! Please wait!" I cried, desperation clawing at my throat. "Don’t do this—take me instead! Please, take me!" Tears blurred my vision as I stared into the witch’s dead, soulless eyes. My hands trembled at my sides. I would do anything, anything, to keep Beth alive. The witch tilted her head, watching me like a cat toying with its prey. A slow, sinister smile curled across her lips. She swayed slightly, back and forth, as if savoring the moment. A sick game.

18 A young woman stepped out from the second room, she have a thick black hair, and her face looked familiar, she have the same familiarity with her master, the first room occupant came out, just that she had a Blondie hair, but she had a striking resemblance to the young lady in front of her, the two ladies resembled her Master, the same mean face, their eyes, almost as the same with her Master, they are twin sisters, considering their facial resemblance and also they must be sisters to her Master, that was when it clicked in, this women are werewolves, quickly she bowed to them, as she shivered with fear,

They turned to the witches for help. Unfortunately, even the Queen of the Witches, Vantessa—descended from the same line of black magic users—was unable to reverse the curse. No one could. As the twins neared their 18th birthday, all hope seemed lost. The only chance to save them was a miracle. Just as Maika’s last breath slipped away, Lady Vienna rushed in, catching her in her arms and casting a powerful spell to preserve her soul. Lady Vienna was Vantessa’s only sibling and second only to the Queen in magical power.

Warlocks often survived but Maries husband Johnas took her place as an accused to save her and their unborn child. The church had a brainwashed fiend Jerimah, He was motivated by rage and bitterness for reasons she did not understand. He was giddily hunting for witches. Aiming to wipe them all out including the bloodline of the first witch. The one and only Owens blood line. It was rumoured that Maries Grand Mother Marry-Ann Owens was so powerful she put a generational spell on the Owens women to only seek the strongest male to help their bloodline for ever growing in strength. For she wrote that a great evil would come and wipe out the Owen’s women if they were not strong enough.

They look at each other and for the third freaking time, burst out laughing. *********************** Sarah steps into the hall and everyone stops talking, you can almost hear a pin drop. It's as silent as a graveyard. The occupants all turn to look at her. They're all in a circle, about two hundred of them, witches, so you can imagine how big the hall and circle is. Katrina, who came with her, comes to stand beside her. "The Witch Supreme comes to bestow her greetings. Here ye her!" She yells in a voice that rings in the hall and comes as a shock to Sarah.

It doesn’t take a genius to guess that she’s lived through an ordeal. “Fine. Leave as soon as you can. We all know what happened the last time they found a Venusian Witch in the company of a Werewolf.” Bile rises up my throat at the memory, and bitterness has crept into my voice. Her eyes widen in fear again. I sigh, forcing myself to assume an impassive expression. I’m sick of the other beings looking at me, at my kind, with fear and mistrust.

As i turn to look at them, they smile and move closer. "Hello!", says the younger of them, a wide smile across her face. "You must be the newcomers! I am Ethel." She extends her hand for a handshake, first to me and then to my sons, one by one as they say their name. The other two make their introductions as well. They seem really kind, and judging by their auras they must be witches as well. It didn't take long for them to confirm my thoughts.

"That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!" The witches of the Misty Forest were renowned worldwide for their unparalleled healing abilities, revered as divine figures with the power to bring the dead back to life. But to accept this role meant a lifetime confined to the forest, never to leave again. "I've made up my mind," I said firmly. "I will never leave the forest again." "Very well," she replied, her voice resolute. "From this moment on, you are my successor—the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest."

His intestines were spilled out and there was something left behind, or deliberately left behind by the criminal to scare me. I screamed, threw the box, and Ben came running with Jeremiah. "This is not a murder committed by a normal human or a werewolf," Jeremiah said after examining Pops' body. "What do you mean?" He turned to me, who was clutching my stomach. My body had been shivering with fear since earlier. This was the most terrifying experience of my life. "The perpetrator is a witch," Jeremiah replied. "There are no traces of human touch. Your dog was killed with a spell."