Witch Descendants Novels & Stories

It even had swings so we decided to sit there for a while . I try to remember the witch dad used to associate with for his charms . I think it was Nadia . She wasn't around forever , I think she just surfaced a few years ago . Perhaps she recently discovered her powers ? It's not surprising since witches are almost extinct , they are quite rare in number compared to vampires and werewolves . It isn't that they don't procreate , it's just that sometimes the power doesn't pass down to the next generation . Sometimes it skips a few and shows up randomly in one of the infants . It's also possible to discover that you had the power later on in life if it's recessive and a little suppressed .

“Still… I never expected you to know Phoebe's secret!” added Marcel in a curious tone. Whatever the case was, Gerald couldn’t help but sigh in relief. After all, Marcel’s response was a clear sign that Phoebe really was a descendant of the ancient witches. That meant that her son was an heir of the witches as well. He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood.

Dedusa's mother pleaded with them, explaining that she had used the spell for a different purpose, fearing that revealing the truth would result in her daughter's death, as they believed she would bring darkness to the world. As Dedusa grew up, she remained with her father, who eventually remarried and seemingly forgot about her mother. He showed no affection for Dedusa and moved on from her mother's memory. When rumors spread that Dedusa had been chosen to lead the witch tribe due to her immense power, her father attempted to establish a connection with her. However, Dedusa harbored deep resentment toward him, longing for her deceased mother.

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."

Zedicus continued while the rest listened attentively. “Using my mate as a case study, her ancestor was a witch and the generations after her were hybrids including her. That means the witches try to find allies to do their bidding and then dispose of them once they do not need them any longer” Zedicus concluded his theory. There was silence in the room as everybody took in the information given by Zedicus. “So where do you think the ancient witches could be?” Mason asked Zedicus. “I don’t know but, I think we can find out,” Zedicus said, looking at everyone.

I smiled, and she nodded. “Wolves?” Wendy repeated the question, and I wanted to wince. “I’m going to do this quick, okay?” She nodded. “My dad’s line is descended from a powerful witch line and the first werewolf. My mother’s line is descended from the first Lycan’s line and the Goddess herself.” Wendy’s eyes widened and Toya choked on her drink. “The goddess? You didn’t tell me that.” Toya used a napkin to mop up her drink she spat out.

Not a single book was about witches and there were very few things I was able to fetch from those books while on the other hand, those few things were quite disturbing. My first concern was, Elijah Edgar Vll: The missing sibling. Who was he? I had no idea. Victoria never told me about him nor did she ever talk about having another sibling and also a twin. Second but important, how did fea w witches manage to escape when Daniel avenged his father? If they could kill a hybrid then killing a normal werewolf was nothing for them. What was the reason they get defeated? Vampire and Werewolf bond was running since Kendrio's time and why was I never get to know about Kendrio?

“No, nothing more. Only that the Moon goddess stopped the matings to punish the witches and their greed.” My mind raced over the events of the last few days, and everything Duncan exposed. “So Duncan comes from a witch and wolf. Being the child of that mating, he gained both a wolf and magic. And since we don’t have any cross-species matings to protect us, that’s why, as a witch, he can use his magic on wolves. Holy shit!” I surge to my feet as I unravel all of this. Finn watches me work through it. I’m sure he’s already 50 steps ahead.

“Don't cry. A little blood is nothing to me. It'll grow back in a few days.” That was before. Ever since Rex brought Vivian home four years ago, that man—the one who'd drain his own dragon's blood for me—was gone. I'd always heard that my four daddies had a first love. It was Vivian's mother, Cecilia. They say years ago, the whole shifter world was still ruled by the old King. He believed a witch's prophecy that one of my four daddies would one day take his throne and kill him, so he ordered all four of them executed.

“Are you saying Mom cheated on Dad?” Hendrix chuckled, but there was no real mirth. He seemed oddly amused by the chaos. “No, nothing like that. But it does explain a lot.” “Urgh!” Harold groaned, running a hand through his hair. “What the hell is going on? How can twins be born—one a witch, the other a… a wolf?” “Lycan,” Zack corrected gently. “It’s still a wolf,” Harold muttered, exasperated. “Simple,” Hendrix said, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “It goes back to our great-great-great-grandparents.”