Witch Castlevania Novels & Stories

The tension in the room eased slightly, and Lily felt herself relax marginally. "Well," she said, reaching for her glass of whiskey, "now that we've established you two aren't going to kill each other immediately, shall we get on with the family history lesson?" Lily's mother nodded, her emerald eyes, so similar to Lily's own, flashing with an ancient wisdom. "Our bloodline, the Winters, carries with it a legacy of extraordinary power," she began, her voice low and melodious. "Much like the Ravencrofts are renowned among vampires, we are... formidable in the realm of witchcraft."

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

I could feel his worry for his daughter, he wasn’t a higher level witch. His wife was. He was a blue witch. He used his element heal as well. He was terrified for her. Then there was the collective anxiety war of the older children. It was like a simmering pot of uncertainty about the future of our coven and about the Lycans. The closer we got to Hester wood, the stronger everyone’s emotions became, and the more overwhelmed I was becoming. I placed my hand over the talisman that hung around my neck, and focused on the grounding properties that was stitched through it.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

She looked at me with her creepy smile. “Then,” “Professor had said to Liam, don’t worry, they’ll remember nothing. How is this possible? It’s not a werewolf charm.” Isabella smirked. “It’s a witch magic.” She smiled lopsidedly. “So Alpha Marcus is hiding something there,” I concluded her theory. “Yes, this is what I’m trying to tell you.” She exclaimed, and I recalled Alpha Marcus’s daily 5 o’clock departure, a consistent routine that dated back to our first conversation.

The girl questioned William for a long time until she understood the meaning of this strange behavior of mortals. Castles were given to vampires either by inheritance or captured during wars. Each of them had adjacent lands: villages, trade routes, fields and gardens, just like any other aristocratic estate. If a vampire was stupid or especially bloodthirsty, he would capture subjects, making them slaves and potential food. Such castles became the subject of stories about evil spirits and frightening tales.

Faith whispered, “Alexander Kingston,” the vampire to whom she had lost her virginity. Faith’s soul was knocked out of her body, and she couldn’t figure out how this could happen to her. When she finally had control of her life, she was right here, right now.

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

"It's mine, it's all mine. It's my inheritance. He took it from me. He wanted to snatch my birthright! It's mine, I'm going to take it." As he screamed Emily flicked her hands and the vial flew out of his mouth and crashed to the floor. Caleb growled and reached for the totem. "It was never yours." The moon witch simply said. "You've never been a Levisay. What do you think Mendez was trying to say?" Caleb's blood turned to ice. He froze. In his moment of distraction, Vanessa materialized beside him and snatched the totem off him then vanished. Before he could react, Vanessa materialized before the Moon Witch and gave the totem to her. Caleb dove at them but the moon witch was quick enough to

Alister said sitting down on a ragged couch "It wasn't her fault, she was beautiful, but couldn't decide who to choose, Arthur or Lancelot, it caused friction between the two and they couldn't see eye to eye any longer. But not long after that Vlad stepped into the room making the entire table stand on guard, he only held his hands up, and begged for help" Villa frowned "He... Begged?" Alister looked at her and smiled "Ah yes, huntress, you know only the kind half of Rachel, you never knew what really happened between her and Vlad do you?" "I heard she lost to the taste of blood?" "No! She was completely in control, the truth is she was the first of the cult called the Necromancers, or as we