Witch Descendants Novels & Stories

This new adventurer doesn't seem to know that she has the power of Witches. "I thought I was a mage." Wilma tried to explain her opinion. "Didn't your parents tell you that you were of Witches bloodline?" The receptionist tried to guess the reason the new adventurer's parents didn't explain their child's Witches power to the new adventurer. Perhaps the parents of this new adventurer were worried that their child would be bullied if she knew she was a Witches bloodline because the Beast Empire's people didn't really like the blood and power of Witches. Because the descendants of Witches usually have human blood, not werebeasts people.

Alister said with a laugh, but Rhovan raised his hand for silence. "Speak," Rhovan said. "They say that a man will rise who is born with more than one gift, and he will bring us down and destroy all that we have built." The chamber went still. "A man with more than one gift," Rhovan said. "Is such a thing possible." "A hybrid," Alister said. "There are no such beings," Garrick said. "And yet," Rhovan said, "it may be Darius." "I do not believe it," Alister said. "The witches only want to bring back what they have lost. Since the Twelve Blood Witches disappeared, they hold onto shadows and stories."

She had a sense of steel-like perseverance and would never do anything to betray Darryl. Dax took a deep breath before saying, "Don't try to stand up for Yvette anymore at this point, Chester. When the New World shifted, and Janson's grave reemerged, the entire Nine Continents found out that Janson had been one of the fiend folks, and everyone from the New World Royals, including Yvette, was a fiend descendant. "By the bond of her ancestors' blood, it's no surprise that Yvette became allies with the fiend race."

I walked into the kitchen and sat down arms crossed. "Your birth parents names are Victoria and Marcus. Your birth mother is a witch... by now she is the head witch of the coven..., your father is a vampire, but he is not just any vampire he is King of the vampires. Your grandmother on your mother's side was a werewolf and the gene skips a generation. When your birth mother got pregnant with you the seer for told of a prophecy of a tribrid born of a witch and a vampire who would hold the power of all three species. This tribrid would be very powerful and be hunted by many enemies. It is foretold that the tribrid would bring about peace between the species through her kindness and beauty.

I still didn't feel comfortable telling her about my personal life. "Come sit down with me over hear," she said walking to her couch. I sat in a small wooden arm chair across from her and nervously fumbled with my fingers "Let me formally introduce myself," she said. "My name is Denali Lynch. My husband was Zaine Lynch our two sons are Malcom and Darius. I am a witch but Zaine is a werewolf. Both of my boys inherited the wolf gene, and I taught your mother almost everything she knows."

Clara’s heart skipped a beat as realization dawned, a vital piece of the puzzle clicking into place. “I know who you are,” Clara said, her voice steady and clear. “And I know why you’re doing this.” Vivian’s eyes narrowed, her expression turning from triumph to surprise. “What do you mean?” Clara took a step forward, her heart pounding with the weight of her discovery. “The witch who cast the curse, you’re her descendant, aren’t you? This isn’t just about power for you. It’s personal.” Vivian’s smile faded, replaced by a glimmer of something darker, an ancient pain buried beneath layers of malice and ambition. “So you’ve figured it out. But it won’t save you.”

“Ascend is a witch’s ritual for them to achieve their power. In the case of your friend, she didn’t accept it on her eighteenth birthday, which is supposed to be the right age for a witch to ascend. I know she was hesitant before, but now her clan demands it.” I went blank. Did Davon mention power? I’m perplexed, and it’s a lot to take in. I’m going to need some time to digest all the information. “Sorry, did I scare you? Don’t be. A witch is a good friend. That is if you don’t betray them.” Oh, God! Betray? I feel like my life is over already. Davon forgot, I stole the notebook from Cheska’s house. I should be scared! And I still don't have the courage to tell her!

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

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as

She continued to pace staring at Vastria. “What do you mean?” Vastria questioned. “I was supposed to watch you. You are the last descendant of the witches. My kind killed the rest, but we did not go after you because you showed no signs of powers. You did always smell of a witch.” Vastria instinctively smelled herself hearing Meagan. “No stupid. It is a wolf thing. We can smell different creatures. It is our senses.” Meagan ran her hair through her hair and started to explain.