Vampire Witchcraft Novels & Stories

she declared, her words ringing out with the strength of her conviction. Ravenna? Adira's eyes widened in shock. Ravenna's was the biggest witch bloodline. They were the most powerful, pure-blooded witches, blessed directly by the moon goddess. Then, how did she become a vampire? How could the witches coven let her become a vampire? Does that mean she can return to being a witch soon? Maybe! Was that why they let her turn into a vampire? Adira's mind raced with many thoughts. She came out of her thoughts when she felt a strong pull of evil energy.

“I can’t help how I look. People as and I just say I changed my skincare routine as a joke but I look like I’m 25. I don’t even know if this is it. If I go back anymore, if I go back to when I was 19…I don’t even know if I will be able to continue being Hector.” Gale came over to me and rubbed my arm. “I wish there was more I could do for you, but it’s not something I’ve heard of. When a witch comes into contract with a vampire like this, it creates a blood witch but it’s much different since we are essentially human with magic in us. What you’re dealing with is something far beyond that.” Her eyebrows knit together before she turned around and started to dig through her bookshelf. Pulling o

As we entered the forest, we decided to divide into teams to expedite the search for her. 'There are a lot of witches living here, Alpha.' 'Indeed' I replied. That's why I kept telling my warriors to stay focused. For ages, witches have danced in the ritual to create as many hybrid pups as they can by mating with werewolves or vampires. Their aid is to broaden and enrich their lineage. I know that their practice has continued to stand tall until today. I bet those witches were quick to sense the aura emanating from my pack members the moment we set foot on their turf. Witches have the charm to seduce anyone they want, and numerous wolves have fallen under their spell.

She paired me with the person that his family is the reason that witches are endangered species. Before 130 years wolves and vampires were in war, both of them they used witches to do their biting. Vampires had only four witches that they used dark magic. When these witches died in battle by other witches the vampire abducted a young girl and made her coven to do their biting. The witches that had allied with the Wolves got tired to fight a war that wasn’t theirs and they didn’t want to go against their own.

“We’re not even sure whether she will become a Waywood witch,” Vivian looks back at me. “I think you just have the blood.” A Waywood witch? I’ve read about them in history books. They were the most powerful witches because they channelled dark magic. And they created the vampires. Their goal was to create fully dead humans, so that humans would never have to fall sick or die. Instead, their spell created half dead, blood sucking vampires. Like Lucien.

I took a minute to think over everything he had just said. That weird thing that happened last night must have been hard to conjure up. Not only would the witch tire out easily but she would also lose a lot of blood. "Vampires are heartless. Witches are nothing but power banks for them. Once their powers are used up, they are either killed or tormented until they die. It isn't in the witches' favor when they are all females." He said, his voice slicing through the silence that was slowly spreading across the room.

I remembered when their fathers sat where they did now, the same fear in their eyes, the same disbelief. “They called it The Daylight Rebellion,” I began. “The vampires grew tired of being confined to the night. Their queen ....Lilith, before she vanished ...ordered her witches to create a potion that could shield them from the sun.” Caleb’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait .... vampires had witches?” I gave a small nod. “They still do. They always did. Some witches were cursed, some bribed, some willingly served. Magic doesn’t care who uses it ... only what it’s used for. The potion they brewed was meant to make the vampires untouchable.”

“Vitteraï can have a similar mate system to werewolves, but it’s triggered through a ceremony that requires the blood of seven possible mates at a minimum, all males, to connect with the female, and it doesn’t have to be vitteraï either. Then the bond grows until the male sense it and goes to her. But vitteraï are pretty rare these days, and that ceremony is done by one of their shamans, only they’re not so fond of hybrids. I doubt they would have done her a favour. They could see she’s a hybrid by her hair, if not by her smell. Which again means werewolf. Only werewolves don’t have what it takes to fight an Other, and though I’m not sure about vitteraï, I doubt it. Hence, there is something

“I was bitten by a werewolf and lost my memories. The Stormveil Pack raised me.” Nyssandra rested a hand on my arm. “A wolf in sheep’s clothing, or should we say vampire skin. This makes sense. Your wolf is hiding.” “I don’t have a wolf.” Nyssandra laughed lyrically, “There is something in there. I have seen it. Have you ever called her forth?” “No.” “You need to see yourself as whole, as one with your dual nature. You are a vampire that has lived a werewolf life. That is powerful. You must use it.”

To this day, Percy remains a steadfast loyalist to Matilda William, the Original, and the undisputed matriarch of the Swiss Dynasty of vampyres. The origin of vampyrism weaves a web of arcane lore and haunting truths, shrouded in blood and shadows. Some whisper that vampyres are the twisted offspring of dark rituals, birthed from witchery gone awry. Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure.