Soul Eater Pumpkin Witch Novels & Stories

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

The soul shard was showing me the events of the past. “FOOL!” The column of fire glowed a deep orange as the voice boomed in anger. A demonic face took form from within the fire with razor sharp teeth and narrowed angry eyes. “I have no need to be reborn inside the seventh witch of your line. NO! It is the eighth witch I desire! The one who can yield the sacred flame! The one who I will use to reign supreme! The August witch!” Sybl bowed her head demurely, her dark hair curtaining around her.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

If they hadn't gone in search of my past, they wouldn’t have met that cruel end. I felt so guilty; my stomach felt like it was on fire. The only thing I could do now was avenge them and get rid of the witch who had turned them into puppets. Soon, it felt like we had walked into a haunted forest. The darkness oozing around this place was enough to suffocate someone. A low growl escaped my lips when I saw the dark witch. She looked creepy in a long white dress. Her long hair was left open, and her eyes were glowing an eerie violet- the same colour as the eyes of the puppets she was controlling.

They snatched her courage, but she won’t submit to these predators without a fight. The earless girl pointed an index finger towards her. Cassy’s ribs cleft. “A life must pay for a life, but should children pay for their parents’ sin?” The dwarf imposed. Within a flick of his fingers, he soared and melted the sword in the reddish light. A wicked smirk broke on his thick lips. The owl hooted outside the castle. Black cat squinted its eye as she drew closer to the scattered pumpkin pieces. She licked them and the shards crawled at each other’s head producing a giant and it birthed a hundred pumpkins.

I gasped, gripping my dagger tighter. The evil witch laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the trees. "You already have,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. Just then, a howl cut through the air – an incoming attack from a raging puppet. I was forced to move my eyes away from Dianne to face the puppet. I stopped its shoulders with my arms, my dagger in my other hand, preparing to stab it in the neck. But despite my best efforts, I still found myself once again pinned down by a particularly savage puppet. Its claws dug into my shoulders, forcing me to the ground, its grotesque face twisted into a snarl.

Because of this, she was dubbed as a witch in their foster shelter. “Are you done with your meal? Now, I need you to spy on the angels and my fellow Halflings. Attach yourself and be my eyes and ears against my enemies,” Maleficent muttered. Her black butterflies could be used by her own will. But most of all they could be used for something more. “If you succeed, I will let you eat an angel’s flesh.” After all, their name according to Gukasho is Slaughter Butterfly. She started walking to the door when the black butterflies started to vanish. Walking away from the room, no trace of blood could be seen – not even a drop.