Witch Demon Novels & Stories

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.

Twelve monoliths arched upward like the ribs of a dead god, each etched with sigils that burned white-hot as Astra’s blood soaked into the grooves. She did not cry out. She had learned long ago that pain fed the wrong things. Behind her, the wind howled—no, screamed—as something massive strained against chains of light at the edge of the circle. The Winter Wraith. It was not a wolf. Not anymore. Once, perhaps. Long before corruption twisted it into something that wore shadow like flesh. Now it was hunger given shape, a vast silhouette of ice and night, eyes like dying stars, breath that froze the air into shards.

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.

That voice was not one I had heard before, but my soul knew exactly who it belonged to. My eyes scanned everywhere for her, and my blood ran cold. She was attempting to protect Faunya, who looked like she had damaged her wings. But it was allowing the enemies to draw closer to her. There was a demon who was flanked by something I had no idea what the fuck it was. All I knew was that it was fucking ugly. I did not hesitate and let Dexter transform. He was a fast wolf, but he was pushing himself more than he ever had before. Our sole focus was protecting her. Nothing else mattered because I had faith in the Goddess.

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.

Devon is known to be calm and sweet but more or less a loner. Devon approached Raven after lectures to find out why she thought vampires and ware wolves aren't a myth ."vampires are beings who roam around the world at night searching for people to feed on, I think there's good and evil and vampires and warewolves isn't too hard to believe" Devon was dumbfounded by Raven's response and for the first time he looked into her dark brown eyes and stuttered "you're so bea..utiful" . Raven blushed and waved . Devon didn't stop talking about her with his vampire family, he mentioned how she was the most beautiful human he has seen in his entire 436 years on Earth and how she was quite brilliant .

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.