Witch Demon Novels & Stories

And when she rushes to the washroom to do it. Her hands shake. As she sees the sink. It was dark. Dark as night. Indicating the arrival of one of the greatest souls ever known to exist. And she couldn't help wonder. If the witches words were true. If she was truly bringing to life the strongest yet the most deadliest wolf souls known in history. The soul of the destructor, the magician, the conquerer of all. The goddess of good and evil. Heratte. As some call it. The true goddess of destruction and not to forget. Death. .......The End....

Some spineless werewolves would submit willingly if the witch offered a tempting offer. They don’t realize those offers are just lip service. No evil witch in history ever delivered what they promised. They are merely pawns, puppets, and tools. Worthless, disposable marionettes. I am a witch, too, but I don’t harm other creatures. Power does not excite me in the slightest. With the kind of magic I have, I can conquer territories and sit on the throne, but what will that make me? What will that give me? I never find happiness in the sufferings of others. I don’t understand either that a descendant of a she-demon who killed tens of thousands of other species is bound to unite all supernatural

Slova explained as she put the goblet back on the table. Oonagh scoffed, turning her head away from staring outside the window. “What do you mean by saying that? He’s kind of devil?” she looked at the witch with her narrowed eyes. Slova shook her head. She swayed her hand to make an emphasis for her following statement. “He’s more than a devil. I could conquer and defeat any demons but he’s…a…divine…creature…” the witch sounded trembling in her voice as she could not hide her worries.

Dhampirs could live well into the 300’s, longer even than some vampires thanks to their ability to wield the 4 elements, Earth, Wind, Fire and Air. Bethel moved to Seraphina’s side and began artistically plating the fruits Seraphina was delicately cutting. Bethel glanced at Seraphina and kissed her teeth “Our Master should really give you another dress, the fabric is barely clinging on! It is far too indecent for a young lady to wear! No wonder those pigs are constantly ogling you”, she ended with a tutt.

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

The rhythmic sound of her heart beating under my ear was soothing and I find myself closing my eyes to focus solely on the woman holding me. I jump slightly at a third hand lightly touching my shoulder. Without leaving the comfort embrace of MacKenzie's arms, I find it to be Victoria. She holds up a small vile that seems to hold blood and I look at her skeptically. "My blood darling, I'm the conjuring witch who cast the spell upon you. I'm hoping it will help with the side effects," she says apologetically.

Baltabek glanced over at the other demon and nodded. Rose screamed, the red coils of the demon's power snapping and sizzling around the younger witch. The other demon cackled as he moved toward Rose, reaching out and grabbing hold of one of the red coils that wrapped around the witch. He stepped closer, ready to use her as a bridge to the Land Above. As he grabbed the red coil, a scream could be heard from the other side of the connection, a painful wail of agony. Wanda. The demon turned to Laci, grinning as saliva dripped from his fangs. Then, he disappeared, and Rose screamed louder, her body dropping to the ground and jerking in spastic motions.

Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and the coven members felt honored to be in the company of such a revered witch. Dean, on the other hand, was a werewolf Alpha from a pack in Connecticut, known for his strength, loyalty, and unwavering commitment to his pack members. His leadership skills had earned him the respect of both humans and supernatural beings alike, and his reputation as a protector and guardian was well deserved.