Witch Among Humans Novels & Stories

I said, giving her a polite smile. “Any time, sweetie,” She replied and left us. “Three times thirteen?” Issa asked. “Thirty-nine,” I answered. “The first thirteen to be sacrificed are powerful werewolves, the second thirteen are humans, virgins to be precise and the last twelve are willing sacrifices, witches and the thirteenth person is…,” “Me,” I said in a low tone. An uneasy silence filled the air around us. “Why me? What is so special about me that I must be sacrificed?” I asked.

Only a few of the witches still retained any semblance of their human form and their mummy-like features and raspy voices, frankly, gve me the creeps. And the fact that they use rogue wolves to do their bidding...it makes me sick to my stomach. Everyone knows that the only thing that makes a werewolf even close to being civil is being part of a pack. These rogues hold their humanity to them by a small tether, many of them unable to completely shift back into human form. They stink of the humanity that was leaving them. They constantly fight among each other, sometimes killing one another. The Riding Hoods don't care, they just send some acolyte to find another rogue.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

They might have prepared for the witches, but we weren't witches. " Attack!" I ordered and the werewolves shifted. I did not shift, instead, I fought in human form. Grey took over, our human hands turned to strong claws. I dug into the rib cage of the first vampire I came in contact with, pulled out his heart and twisted his neck. This human claw thing must be part of my spirit wolf ability. I was a werewolf but yet a human, it was amazing.

Soon the white wolves went into extinction, leaving the humans more significant. After the Passover of the white wolves era, came the tribe of the Salandus Adridas. They were a group of wolves that could only transform during a particular blood full moon. That wasn't the precarious thing about them. The scariest part is that once they transformed, they would be possessed by the blood Moon and would go around the world mating with as many she-wolves as they could lay their hands on, which brought about displaced children from scornful she-wolves, roaming the forest and human territories as rogues, committing mischiefs. Soon, the humans discovered and began wiping them out, since they saw them

I hope that I can change their minds, but if that plan fails, I have another. The next-best option is to turn ourselves. Leonardo doesn’t like the idea because he thinks that we would be throwing away who we are, in essence. But there are no real dangers with my plan. In fact, it seems the only viable way to ensure our safety. So here it goes: To rid oneself of the powers of either witch or wolf, one would need to consume the blood of that which they seek to be, as well as that which we seek to change. In our case, becoming human is the safest option, so we would need to consume the following:

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

Beatrice asked. "How did you know?" Danika asked curiously. "The myths are true. They are special, but not white wolves." "What's special about shifting late?" Danika asked. "You can decide to be human forever," Beatrice said. "How?" Danika asked. "They call them Switchers. They are neither wolves nor humans. The switchers lived with the werewolves and were mostly used as a spy to our kingdom, and we won't notice. The only time we are aware is when they shifted and attacked us. At first, we thought it was something magic, but it wasn't - all witches were in hiding, and the white witches' magic is so pure that nothing as dark as imitating the humans would suffice." Reginald paced around. "We

Jasper’s eyes went wide and his brows lifted. “The witches were banished too?” he said with surprise. “I didn’t know.” “If it’s supernatural, you can be sure that it is not of our earth plane,” Hank assured him. “The witches have integrated with humans so that many of them have little magic, but they still have the genetics somewhere inside them. The same is with the wolves. Many of them stick with their own kind for purity, but others have bred with humans. That’s why some humans, when infected, will turn wolf while others simply die.”