Witch Castlevania Novels & Stories

The torch cases looked like iron circles, each one so rusty and some of them with cobwebs. The witches stood in a circle in the center of the cave while the others stepped aside. An open coffin was placed in the middle of the circle of the witches and the two people who had carried the object immediately stepped aside. One of the witches turned his head, looked at Rokan Allegro. The male lead vampire of INDICENT nodded, gesturing for the witches to immediately do what needed to be done. And so, the Soul Liberation ritual began.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

She is petrified to get rid of the roots that sneaked up to attack her struggling brothers. Azareel's face is getting swollen and red like a tomato and the other attacks are getting worse. With all her strength, Azareel tries to break free from the roots wrapped around her body. But luck was not on his side. He couldn't get away from that root at all. It's so strong and hard. It is not easy to defeat a vine that is tens of thousands of years old, it must be that the tree has absorbed a lot of magic energy, its power is not kidding.

I miss feeling so safe I'm their arms. During our stops, I would glance back at the convoy of vehicles following us along with most of the warriors in their wolves or lycan forms running besides the vehicles. The warriors of different packs and their Alphas along with several lycans. The vampire had left hours ago as they find it very uncomfortable to travel at night. So it was left me just the wolves and lycans. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sprawling grandeur of Castlevania came into view. The crowd outside roared with thunderous applause, their excitement palpable. I could help but feel so welcome, I knew they had come to wish us

She advanced forward and somehow, he disappeared like a black smoke. Caroline turned her head to the hand that faded into a smoke. She quickly rushed to Willow’s ghost as Lavinia handed out the relic. And Caroline did something for them to see Willow and other ghosts in the castle. “Mother,” Willow smiled as she was still fading. “Hey, Willow,” Caroline whispered. “Mother, you came back.” “I did. As I promised.” Caroline caressed her face lightly although it was mostly air. Sylvester who was commanding men and King Gideon took charge as Sylvester went beside Caroline.

Scarlett asked back, she frowned. "No, we don't know anything about Cecillia. All this time we lived in the Vladimir castle and we are no longer wizards but have become vampires. They changed us, Princess," explained Alexis long. "Oh, so you two are vampires?" Scarlett smiled dryly, "I can't believe that you guys have turned into vampires." "If you don't believe we are vampires, I will bite your neck and suck your blood," said Greta grinning, she bared her sharp fangs.

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.

"You would too if he killed the only person in the world who gave a damn about you." "I guess I would." He agreed. "Hold up, your dad's ancestors did something to Dee?" "That's what I know… Or at least what I've been taught by my father. Many moons ago, my ancestors were chosen by witches who were really angry with Demitri's ancestors; the very first generation of vampires, and so the coven offered them extraordinary gifts in exchange for ridding the world of monsters. The deal was made, a spell was cast that granted my ancestors great strength and other abilities and every generation since."

The moon loomed low over the mountains, casting silver light upon the obsidian spires of the Vampire Kingdom. The black stone of Castle Umbra shimmered under the stars as Queen Vantessa, sovereign of the witches, arrived unannounced at its gates. Her violet cloak billowed in the chill wind as her guards remained at the threshold, leaving her to ascend the grand staircase alone.

She leaned into him, kissed him hard, and let the bond stabilize them both, a searing mix of intimacy and power that no one—not Kade, not Lucien, not the Wraith—could touch. But just as the energy between them reached its apex, the castle doors slammed open. A figure cloaked in black, faster than thought, moving through the shadows with a single intent—kill Lyra Whitlock. Rylan roared, shifting fully, golden fur bristling, teeth bared, claws slashing through the air—but even he froze, heart lurching, because he recognized the aura: this was someone who knew her blood, her power, and her weakness. Someone she had trusted.