Vampire Witch Novels & Stories

What the hell! "Shut up," she whisper-yelled. She then lowered her gaze, her eyes were wide with fright... To say that this whole situation was hot was an understatement. Katerina Drackon, the vampire hunter who I found extremely attractive was disguised as a boy and beating up vampires at and illegal underground fight! That was beyond ATTRACTIVE. Good girl is actually not all that good. Immediately I felt my plan of getting her to hate me slowly slip away. And the thought of grabbing her and placing my lips on hers making an appearance.

Mother replied to the ignorance of her little daughter, “No baby girl, we aren’t werewolves. The land in the east is called Ardna Chirig. Wizards and Witches marked their boundary.” The little girl extended her words, “That means…” Mother replied quickly, “No, we are not wizards either” The little girl asked by exploring the old book, “What’s this called?” Mother took a closure look and told her child, “This is called Ireta Catar. The blood-sucking vampires are hanging with sharp fangs.” Mother held her daughter’s neck to her mouth and mocked the vampire sucking. The little girl giggled at her mother and asked in a puzzled tone, “If not all these, then who are we. What are we?”

she says to her. Esther does so, and then she asks the same thing from Brent, Nadia, Adeline, Tyrus, and Sabina. They are all representations of the bond that needs to be broken: an original vampire, two normal vampires, male and female, a hybrid, a Serafina witch turned vampire, and a binder-turned vampire. It is quite lucky that they have such a varied variety among themselves. Finally, she pours a few drops of her own blood into it: the blood of a practicing Serafina witch.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

Campbell. "He hates Witches." The bald-headed woman let out a rough breath. "The Freaky World has been at peace in a long time. Nobody hates each other. That's why this school was built, where children of all races mingle." Lyla took a deep breath. "From the books I've read, Vampires have been opposing the existence of witches in the Freaky world since hundreds of years ago." She said, remembering what she had read in a history book from her home library.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

The thought of another she-wolf—prettier, nobler, more alluring—by his side made my chest tighten, a sourness like swallowing a whole lemon spreading through me. "Cici, don't be a fool." I slapped myself, trying to wake up my love-struck brain. "He's a high and mighty Wolf King. You're a poor witch hiding in the gutter. You're separated by species, class, and a chasm of wealth." "Just like that witch selling toads said, there are no true feelings between a werewolf and a witch, only business."

I remember the day Reece told me about me being a wolf, he mentioned vampires and witches. "Reece, do vampires and witches really exist?" I ask him curiously. "Yep.." He states simply. "Can you elaborate on that please?" I ask him with a raise of my brows. "Vampires are blood sucking demons. They used to roam the earth freely but a coven of witches saw that they were causing too much destruction, killing too many humans, so the witches casted a spell to make them only be able to come out at night, and they can't get into people's homes without an invitation. This spell reduced the death rate of the mortals..." He explains.

Her powers weren't enough to keep them off, especially since she had just found out about her powers after living as a human for so long. He jumped on one of the wolves, who reared up on its hind legs. Giving the witch a clear view of his throat, which she ripped out by using another dead wolf's claw. A ripping sound was soon heard throughout the field, when Brad looked to where it was he saw a vampire standing over Carmela's body, but Crystal was on top of the vampire in a flash, ripping him apart. She then began to whimper, pushing her nose against her mother's body. Vincent howled, running over to them, killing three witches in his wake.