Siphoner Witches Novels & Stories

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

The two remaining rogue witches were already gliding across the black mud, their tattered ash-colored cloaks expanding like the wings of predatory birds. "Kill the Alpha's whore!" the lead witch shrieked. Her face, horribly scarred and blackened from Elena's deflected shield earlier in the nursery. "Siphon her core! Drain the lineage before the King can break the wall!" The two hags raised their skeletal hands in perfect unison, their lips moving at a frenetic, unnatural speed. “Sanguine. Vinculum. Pestis!” A massive wave of putrid, undulating dark magic erupted from their clawed fingers. It didn't travel as fire; it surged forward as a swarm of shadowy, vaporous serpents that hissed and sna

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them. And before I knew it—everything went dark.

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

Scene changed over to Maria who currently was having a shower after the return from purgatory as Lilith called. Her fingers ran through her hair, making space for the dirt to fall off easily. Sight instantly had its view on the drainage, where the dirt were clogged. Suddenly a free flow of blood ran down and through, slowly getting thicker and thicker as it seemed. She instantly recalled a clip that seemed to have haunted her dreadfully. The witches of Eregdrix who burnt in the flames of Hades. The struggle was with her thought, the presence of a horrific ambience made known and the harmony and pitch of suspense played.

) And another three thousand marched with me, Anton, Evanore, and Alora to face the witches. It seemed like forever but it only took us a few minutes to march across the portal to the region. The smell of burning houses and flesh filled the air along with screams of horror as souls were being fed on by phantoms conjured by the witches. Their warfare was quite simple. Since combating werewolves and Lycans would be suicidal, they created chaos and brought in evil spirits to do their dirty work. I unleashed the fury I had kept locked in for hours now and opened the portal back to the underworld, caging and sending the spirits into the burning abyss. Evanore formed a shield to protect us while t

Ansel's voice was barely a whisper, his usual commanding presence overshadowed by the shock. "Yes," Seraphina said softly, her voice carrying the heavy burden of truth. "The black witches from the northern part of Titanic Wave are plotting to use the blood of wolves to enhance their magic. They believe that by consuming the essence of the Alpha King, they can magnify their power to unprecedented levels." My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with fear and anger. "But why? What do they gain from this?"