Witch Camp Novels & Stories

her hand pulls her hair like it wasn’t stuck to her scalp. “Ansel, you’re not getting me” her tune sharp and complex “the small vamp camp along Lake vista was set on fire over the night, it is suspected that it was the witches “ the only witch in town is Avery Keenan and maybe the one they are in search of and doubtfully Salome . Burning down a Vamp camp wasn’t the smartest thing and the witches are known to me clever and smart except it wasn’t the witches.. “The witches wouldn’t do something that stupid because.,” Gloria’s hazel eyes switched side to side like an idea or something popped right in her brain cutting me off my statement.

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

I was surprised to see a she-wolf smelling woman washing clothes on the other side, right in the small creek on the other side of the swamp. When she saw us, she was surprised. She immediately stood up and put on her guard. The water that washed us away turned back into a man. “They are coming to get you out of here,” the swamp said. Marco handed me the letter Daemon wrote, and I approached the woman. “I do not come to harm you; I only want to protect you and your daughters. Daemon is on my land, and I have decided to give asylum to the whole family,” I said carefully. "I know about your daughters; they will be fine in my pack. We are from Eclipse and—"

Why do you hate me so much that you’d allow others to destroy my reputation and steal my marriage? "Why? Genevieve Thorne, you still have the nerve to ask why?" The Crown Prince's eyes were glazed red. "12 years ago during the autumn hunt, you and I were trapped by a wolf pack. You used me as bait and ran away yourself. It was Cordelia who shot an arrow and saved me. With a heart as cold as yours, how dare you ask why?!" I froze. The memory suddenly flooded back. That year, the Crown Prince insisted on chasing a white deer and, as a result, we were separated from the main group.

Czar shook his head in spite he had heard that humans were arrogant and here was proof of it, they feel untouchable, that was the only reason he could make out of such negligence from their part, leaving their camp unguarded and drinking to stupor, they just made the job easier for him and his men. Signaling to his men to lay low, they all blended into the forest. Czar already knew where Zain was kept, it was the first thing he noted as soon as they caught up with his abductors. So they all waited till midnight when the whole forest was covered in darkness, another advantage to them. The cracking of bones as the warriors shifted was the only sound that could be heard in the stillness in the

Witches, werewolves, vampires, and the Desaix family were not on good terms. “Secrestians, you’re still finding that useless girl?” Christina, the head of the witch's unit. She has curly hair and dark skin. Her smile seems not genuine but that’s how she smiles. “We want to meet the Desaix Family, not you and your minions,” Cammi spoke, wearing a b*tch face. “Oh, honey. It happened that you stepped into our territory. We must give you a welcome party.” Cammi gulped. She can beat them but she doesn’t want to waste time. Zachary held her wrist.

I recently got a scholarship into Blackfrost Academy which only made my plans and goals so much easier. My one goal in life is to avenge my people's death, infiltrate the academy and get close to the only heir of the Thorneval bloodline who slaughtered my family till what remained was just a little girl thirsty for the enemy's blood. Here I am, Cressida Ashcroft Virelai . The only surviving witch of the Ashcroft bloodline. I've learnt how to suppress my powers for eleven good years and it wasn't easy. I couldn't let everything I've worked for for so many years go down the drain all because of these wretched rouges.

"But I believe that you are very tight-lipped, right Mr. Smith?" "Y- Y- YES, I will make sure no one would ever hear a wind out of this!" Ken swore with an exaggerated nod. Mike White, the Lord of Warine, who wouldn't know his name in this whole empire? Even the most frightening and hideous mythical beings that stayed in the abandoned land of Marshfoth knew well what to do when they heard his name. And that was to run away! He didn't kill people due to his amusement and Warine the land he was responsible for never suffered from anything. Instead, the land was far prosperous for over centuries. But the man had the least humane heart. He would kill people he disliked with only one word,

I said as I channeled my wind element and with the twist of my hand her neck snapped letting her body fall to the ground I marched over to her sister who was now fighting Cassandra. Cassandra drove her fist into the witches jaw throwing her off balance enough for her to grab her by the head and snapping her neck. As I looked around the fight seemed to be a give and take, we weren't making much progress from what it looked like but we haven't lost anyone just yet. I heard a yelp of pain and I turned to see a rogue limping as he tried to fend off the vampire that kept circling him. Just as the vampire jumped I waved my hand pulling from my wind element throwing the vampire away from him, I ran

“Sons and daughters of the moon, we are here again for our monthly hunt. The queen and I salute you for your presence. We’d like nothing more than seeing you all here with us on one big hunt. To commence, (Damon motioned to Antonio who walked towards him with the rabbit held by its ears), here is our first kill.” Damon dug into his pants’ pocket to find a folding knife. He got it out and raised it. Three witches appeared and lid their hands on him, chanting spells and head lolled back. Harper could only watch. Back in the black wolves’ pack, Brayden doesn’t allow her to join their hunts. She only stays at home and wait for him naked on the bed. Every time a hunt ends, Brayden would end the n