Witch Descendants Novels & Stories

talking in their mind-link. When they are done speaking, they both have this realization expression on. Will and Micah falls on their knees. My heart starts beating fast as I can already guess what they're about to say. Xander puts his hand on mine and clasps them together... He smiles at me. "Forgive us your majesty!" Will said. "Forgive you? For what crime?" "Our great grandma was a witch before she passed away...our mom once told us that every female of our family will carry on the witch bloodline... but it skipped our grandma's generation, she wasn't a witch... same with our mom!" Will paused.

In the days of old, when the ancient witches were still present in the flesh, when being a witch-born was not such a rare phenomenon, and pure magic was as common as the sands on the seashore, there existed a happy family of four, comprising a wizard, a witch and their two children, a boy and a girl. They were the Vischer family of the Vischer-Andalusian bloodline, one of the many ancient families with a pure magical bloodline. The Vischer-Andalusian bloodline was, as the name denoted, a fusion of the Vischer and the Andalusian bloodlines through the Syretian Curse.

His eyes flicker between us all, stubborn as he searches for a glimmer of indiscretion that may unravel what I can only presume he believes is some kind of joke, a trick to catch him off guard. “I can see you’re still dubious of me, so how about I decide? Hm. Where to begin?” the poised witch raises a finger to her lips, tapping them rhythmically as she ponders for a split second, “-I’m a member of an undisclosed witches coven. One that has sworn to protect your bloodline until the end of time. Believe it or not, you are a descendant of the lost Blue Moon Pack, one of two remaining survivors left roaming this mortal plane. One of two capable of continuing on the destined lineage,” she bluntl

“Didn’t you ask me to come here so you could cut your bond with her? No?” “What?” He incredulously stared at her. He would never! Who would dare—Oh, he knows who. “It was my father, wasn’t it?” He sighed, frustratedly combing his hair. Denitslava is a part-witch, part-wolf hybrid. She was once part of the pack but was exiled, as per orders of the Ministry, because of the complications with her race. She’s now a self-trained witch and rogue wolf who helps all wolves around the globe with their mate problems. The most unnecessary and insignificant fact about her is that she’s also Axel’s first love.

Maybe this is his karma? Did he do something awful in his past life or what?! Well… the good news is that Winters wasn't involved with the mercenary like they had wrongfully assumed, VVV, (William, was it–?) was her brother, after all! So Alastor has a future little brother-in-law (he thinks the mercenary looked like a teenager or at the very least, way younger than him), another person to add to the family and another person to impress. That’s great, really! Alastor wasn’t jealous no sir, not at all, that his mate was closer to the kid than he most likely will ever be–

she whispered. Marwen was intrigued now. “Let’s start with something easier then. What did you think you were last week?” “A vampire.” “And before you were a vampire?” “I thought I was human.” It was not uncommon for a witch to be unaware of their heritage. The bloodlines have become so diluted that many with witch blood in them cannot even make a connection, though they may be capable of other magic. But Marwen did not believe that to be the case for this hybrid; they could feel the magic radiating off her in waves.

The heartbreaking, gut-wrenching truth that even I struggle to accept. My father had tried to seduce her, but Vivian detested his advances. Vivian was untouchable. A high witch who also practice sorcery. A leader of her clan. He couldn’t break her directly, so he went after the ones he could—her father and younger brother. He stole their soul-bound familiars, the very core of their power and existence. In her coven, men’s magic comes from the beasts they bond with, their very lives intertwined. If the familiar dies, so does the witch.

Miranda sniffled, wiping her cheeks. Grandpa sighed deeply. "This tragedy is what started the curse. After the white witch escaped the dungeon and learned what happened to LisaRay, she was so angry that she placed a curse on the Vanderwolf men. She said, Since Rampuss destroyed the unity love could have brought, his sons would be doomed to never finding their true mates. They would wander blindly, destroying the ones that love them until the fated pair returns once more." I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. "So the curse came from heartbreak."

Kenzie found it with a few keystrokes. “Yes, she is. Lenora was a direct descendent of Ezthamus Hecatheem, the second born daughter of the original witch family. Kenzie certainly is part-witch, making her a hybrid just like me. Those lilac eyes of hers that you all told her was a side effect of the poison showed that her magic was a witch’s magic instead your kind.” Zane looked at Kenzie carefully, and I could tell that he truly had not realized. “She kept that from me.”

"Dad, even if Kayden and Naomi are heirs of the Dragomir family, and even if they are mysterious, don’t they still need to be in contact with the outside world?" Maldric didn’t know how to answer them, and it was Madelyn who spoke up. "Let me explain this." "It all stems from the Dragomir family's legacy. Over a thousand years ago, the Dragomir family was descended from the Witch clan. After many trials, they slowly declined, and later, the Witch clan had to adapt and became a medical family." Naomi furrowed her brows. "Mom, why does the Dragomir family prevent my brother from contacting the outside world?"