Silent Witch Manga Novels & Stories

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

the dark witch replied, her voice dripping with languid charm. Annabelle and Annabelle nodded, sensing the sincerity in her words. The witch placed her hands on Claire’s mug, her eyes transforming to a pure black, while her hair seemed to levitate around her. She began to chant in a language I couldn’t comprehend. The twins nodded in sync with the witch, suggesting they understood the incantation. Claire’s body lifted into the air as the dark witch continued her chant. Moments later, the souls of the wolves began to escape from Claire’s mouth.

Chen shook his head and began condensing his second spirit ring. Within his mental scape, the Bright Goddess Butterfly let out a heavenly glow that illuminated the entire misty world. Chen's blood churned and his spirit energy moved around him in excitement. The original mist-like spirit energy congealed into a yellow ring but suddenly, Chen's body shuddered and the Bright Goddess Butterfly began flapping her wings inside Chen's mental scape.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

She muttered to herself. It was late evening when Andrew was ushered back into Scarlet. Unfortunately, he had to wait for the Chief witch was in some sort of trance, because her body was present and her spirit wasn't, to return. According to the three witches that guided him, she had been spontaneously called by the high priestess, priests, and priestesses of their clan for a meeting. They all guessed that it must have been because of the recent activities at their boundary.

Silas cautiously approached the entrance, but before he could enter, a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was the witch. She was tall and thin with long, tangled hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of dark tendrils. Her eyes were a piercing green, and she wore a tattered cloak that fluttered in the wind. Silas could feel her power emanating from her, and he knew that she was not to be trifled with. He demanded to know if she knew anything about Sara's whereabouts, but the witch simply smiled and said, "Oh, I know all about your little friend. But she's not here."

They pressed forward, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and anticipation. As they neared Rita's inner sanctum, the witch appeared before them, a vision of twisted beauty. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her pale skin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly glow. With a flick of her wrist, Rita summoned a torrent of dark magic, intent on obliterating the hunters who dared to challenge her. Amelia and Edna fought valiantly, their blades clashing against the dark magic that surrounded Rita. The battle raged on, each side employing their most powerful skills and spells.

Silas whispered. Runes etched into the metal of his suit flared bright blue. A pulse of techno-magical energy exploded from him. It hit the green fireballs in mid-air, dissolving them into harmless smoke. The pulse continued, slamming into the witches. They grabbed their heads, screaming silently as the feedback loop fried their concentration. Two of them collapsed, blood pouring from their ears. "Fascinating," Silas mused, walking forward. "Your coven relies on a hive-mind structure. If I disrupt the frequency..." He tapped the screen again. Another witch fell.

All the 20 Witches vanished into a green smoke. ..... In Silvershade, inside Kyra's room, Kyra is lying on her bed, unmoving. But deep inside her mind, she is awake. She is not alone. She has Asana and her witch along with her. She is lying on her back, looking at the dark nothingness around them. Asana is to her right, and her witch is to her left. "We know you are worried about Mate. He will be fine. We poured our energy into him," her witch assured Kyra.

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.