Strike Witches Characters Novels & Stories

"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

Lien has stood in his spot for two minutes and his aggravation keeps growing with each second Hecate doesn’t provide the answer he needs. “The witches are already working on it,” she says still with her eyes closed focusing on her spell. His aura intensifies becoming more overwhelming when she replies to him, which signifies he dislikes her answer. All plans that he crafted have been put on hold because of the Darhk’s inability to lure the pixies in for the sacrifice. He believes it’s a prove of incompetence considering they consist of the three dominant supernatural beings, with enough ability to compel the pixies either by force, deceit, or trap spells.

Twenty minutes after tossing us down here they threw down Ross as well bleeding badly from a gash on his side - out cold. The person responsible for it was standing at the top of the stairs looking so proud of herself. Aldric had apparently found a dark witch to work with. She'd put us under some sort of paralyzing spell. I had been working for nearly an hour now mentally of how we could get out of this. The only thing I could think of was that somebody or something needed to take down the witch holding us all down here. If they hadn't disturbed any of the other pack members then it could very well be hours before people would be buzzing around the small town. My eyes were fixated on the wit

Maybe I deserve the punishment. Just then, the witch appeared, as if she had been summoned just by my thinking of her. Her cackles filled the air when she saw my writhing body on the ground, my face scrunched up in intense pain. Rebecca Crosgrove. The witch who placed this soul aching chrse on me. “Well, well, if it isn’t the most powerful alpha lying in the dirt.” She grinned as if the situation amused her, her eyes glinting with wicked delight.

All the while, I’m hating myself, but if I’m going to get out of here, I need to capture my captor. Witches are basically humans with magic. They can’t heal the way wolves can, which makes them weak physically. She is wrapped up in lust, perfect, as she throws her head back I wrap the chains around her neck twice and squeeze. “Austin! What are you doing?!” She gags. “Who are you?!” I whisper menacingly and squeeze tighter.

She whimpered before closing her eyes and looking in the sky resolutely. The whole environment immediately changing to a different one as the three of them were teleported in a circle of fire. A circle of fire in what looked like a desert in the darkness. "I…I Azrael Power, the wife of the king of the witches, Christopher Power, the mother of Martha the to-be princess, and the god grandmother of Victoria, hereby calls upon the powerful witch powers of Victoria to take over her body. To take over her body and heal her as their own, and to help her get rescued from all the shackles of the sacrifice spell, that was performed for an evil purpose.

I didn’t wait for her next spell, I lunged. The first swing split her barrier like cracked glass. She screamed, falling backward as I shoved my sword through her chest. Another witch raised her hands, conjuring a storm of black ash that sliced through the air like razors. Jory intercepted, blade flashing, while Marta threw a dagger that pinned a third witch through the throat. “Keep moving!” I barked. “Cross the damn bridge before they seal it!”

“They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was able to take their prized possession?” My head tilts up as I contemplate the turn of events. “Mathias also told me that Sahara's coven died under mysterious circumstances. I'm going to hazard a guess that th

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

"Sara...?" Akshara told Karen, still her eyes fixed on Dev, "Karen, let’s go." Karen turned into the grey wolf and carried her on his back while Dev was broken into pieces by the departure of his Sara. In Ardna Chirig, The roar of delight overflowed the atmosphere with the reconciliation of the Black Witch and her wings. Igikran and his flocks were dancing and enjoying their victory over accomplishing the wings of their queen. The black witch flew to the sky and enjoyed the moment of being with her wings.