Witch Among Humans Novels & Stories

she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. “Werewolves found it difficult to blend into the human world due to their allergy to silver… and a few other vulnerabilities that set them apart. Likewise, humans struggled to adapt in the werewolf territories, facing their own set of challenges. So, some among them began to change, humans transformed into werewolves to be with the ones they loved, while others sacrificed their wolf nature to become fully human,” she narrated, her gaze far-off, as if envisioning those first sacrifices.

I couldn’t help my claws extending into my palms, stinging and bleeding onto my makeshift shield. “What do you want?” continuing to slowly walk forward. I imagine this is how it felt to head towards a guillotine. The inevitability of it is almost numbing. Each step was a purposeful walk towards my prophecy. If I died taking out this witch perhaps it means Cillian will get Phillipe and Vee will be safe. “Why are you trading with humans?” “Why not! They have goods I want to buy.” “Why would they sell to you, they despise shifters.”

“Okay, then I’ll take your word for it. They harmed no witches.” “Of course, they didn’t harm any witches. There’s no species of supernatural creature truly connected to witches. The church made up the whole witch thing and then tried to fit every person into that category that didn’t fit their narrowminded views or got in their way. Others just ran with it for their benefit. The closest creatures that exist are Druids, Mages, and, of course, Shifters. That whole changing into bats and cats is probably from someone witnessing a shifter changing form. Druids are natural healers and close to nature. Mages, they’re educated, they work their magic through study, and a connection to the stars.”

Brooke. The ritual was to find my race. From Maddox’s father, I learned that there were two races in the world, human and supernatural. In the supernatural community, there were sub-races, such as shifters, faeries, witches, etc. Shifters were beings having two forms, human and animal, with the capability of changing forms after their eighteenth birthday, the day on which they discover their animal form. According to the type of animal a shifter transforms into, shifters are also divided.

I set the knife down and stepped back. The blood flowing from both Ari and the Elder, rather than falling and soaking the blankets on the bed, rose and mixed into the air between them. This is something I had seen multiple times. The blood would mix and then be put back into the bodies of the Elder and the Human sacrifice. This would ensure that she would rise after being killed. The Hybrids were Hybrid between a Wolf and a Witch but she would rise only as a Werewolf if she were to die before the ritual can be completed tonight. How she becomes a Witch is part of the next ceremony tonight. I had to keep her safe until then.

Rolling my eyes, I continued without even giving him the satisfaction of hurting my feelings. My parents got pregnant with me when my mom was human but turned out to be a witch and half-wolf too. So, I’m human, wolf, and witch. The perfect combination for a loser. We won’t know until my eighteenth birthday if I could shift, so I got treated differently in my pack.

After Charlotte fainted, he asked Kira to oversee everything in her pack. “It’s a mess,” Kira says it as it is. “Some wolves who are most likely to turn into werewolves don’t want to be a werewolf in this world. There are some people who want to live like witches in the human world but they are most likely to become a witch tomorrow here. It’s the same for almost every category of supernaturals.” Azraiel sighs. “We don’t have any choice here. We can’t control the outcome of their shift in just one day.”

He called on his fragmented memories. Three blood exchanges. Psychic ability. A human possessing psychic ability might be converted under the right conditions if three blood exchanges were made. He closed his eyes against the guilt and remorse sweeping through his head. If she were human, that would explain her strange feeding habits, her human ways. She never took necessary precautions, never scanned before leaving the cabin. She didn’t know how. She had said she could not shut down her heart and lungs. She never slept the rejuvenating sleep of his kind.

Because you are just twelve years old, you cannot shift until you are thirteen. "Wanna bet?" he said in excitement. "Keep an eye on it!" It seemed like he had just finished speaking when he suddenly shifted from human to wolf and then back to human again. She exclaimed as she clapped her hands and said, "That's fantastic!" "Do it again!" She had observed, with joy for him, as he assumed many personas in order to keep her entertained. He would one day be Alpha, because only Alphas have the ability to change their roles at pleasure. When three human beings suddenly appeared in the clearing, he was still in his wolf shape.

Shift now, Gideon's voice in her mind was firm, compelling her to action. As panic clawed at Avla's throat, her instincts finally took over, driving her to shift. The process was agonizing, filled with a raw desperation that intensified the pain. Her bones cracked and realigned, muscles twisting and reshaping as her human form was replaced by the strong and agile wolf. Gideon, connected to her emotions, felt her pain as if it were his own, his heart aching at the anguish in her transformation.