Witch Descendants Novels & Stories

She tells them the truth: The River Witch is gone. The hunger has ended. But a circle remains — not of curse, but of inheritance. “Guardians will always be born where balance is broken. I was one. Esi will be another. And more may follow.” One elder spits. “So the curse never broke.” “No,” Mira replies. “It evolved.” The meeting ends in silence. But afterward, many villagers come to Mira with gifts. Herbs. Seeds. A single feather from a bird not seen in Nsia for a hundred years. The river is still giving back.

Talia asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice. Raina looked over at Talia and then around the room. “We missed that Rebekah’s father was a vampire. Which means that, as red wolves, we aren’t just the descendants of the first red wolf, but we are also descendants from a vampire.” The room was eerily quiet, as if everyone was mulling over the information. I shook my head. There had to be more to this story that was missing. “That can’t possibly be the end of this story. Just being partly descended from a vampire is not enough. What else is going on?” I asked, a chill running through me as I spoke. Duncan seemed to notice and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt Harley move closer as well.

“Witches.” "Excuse me?" Confusion poured over her. “Did you just say witches?” First it was his ancestors were from the wolf descent and now it was witches? What was going on?

"I waited until the time was right. Until your mates were born and returned to curse them." "Oh, and as for how you are my descendant," she added, her voice not shaky anymore and confident. "I had a child, remember? Your father is from the Crescent Pack. He is my descendant. While your mother came from the Noxian Pack... the one that went extinct, and later joined the Crescent Pack. That's how you came to be." "The witch trait was lost in the bloodline... until you," she said to Kira, a strange admiration in her voice. "You are the only one who inherited it. A hybrid. First of your kind."

"Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location," "But it is very unfortunate, since the war one hundred thousand years ago, the eight cube magicians disappeared along with the crystal cube," "With each passing year, the hidden world seems to be weakening, the spirit power generated by the essence tree is starting to thin out, all living things in the hidden world are accustomed to the existence of spirit power, which can help ease their work," "Impossible!" now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, is

“I do not understand.” “I only know what is whispered,” she said in a hushed tone. She left the door and returned to the edge of the bed while watching Shen move like a caged cat as she spoke. “You are a descendent of the Wu-Hans who resided on the edges of Tibet. They were a fierce fighting clan for many centuries that protected their countryside from the Huns as well as other invaders. Your village is where Count Dracula sought refuge when he escaped from Romania. It is said Dracula’s mother was a Hun whose relatives settled there. Because of this, he had contacts with people who would help him in their land. This is also where he met Wadim’s mother who chose to die, rather than become his

If I am to understand dragon face, I can tell he is trying to smile or he is already smiling. "Yeah, I guess so." I agreed, staring at his skin with so much wonder, the scale... and how they fold is such an amazement to me. "So... the others before me, knew they were witches and wizard already. They knew about magic?" I ask, playing what he had said earlier in my head. *the ones before you did faint even though, they already knew about magic* "Yes. You are the only descendants of Arkalis that doesn't know about magic. Although we did meet descendants that doesn't have an ounce of magic, but they knew magic was real." Mrs Hardy explained.

"That's another story. See the witches constantly receive and review prophetic visions on the pack. They are not always clear but we do make something of it. One of the vision says, the Amnell bloodline and the bloodline of the other eight witches plays a role in breaking the curse. But unfortunately, every descent of the remaining seven witches are dead. You and Esther are the last descent from the nine witches." Davina had a surprised gaze but she didn't say a word. "That's why we were looking for Pertrova's daughter." She nodded. "If you didn't know my identity when you first met me. Then why did you kidnap me to begin with, and please don't tell me it's to organize event. I always knew

Walking in through the huge, opposing front door, she sees a few people sitting around and talking, their words trailing into silence as they look at her with wonder. “Everyone, this is Willow. Willow, these are just a few of the local witches, there are more of us elsewhere, of course.” Willow nods, standing still, feeling out of place among these witches. But she has no choice, she has to belong. She can’t stay with Alaric. The voices gradually pick up again, getting over the surprise of seeing someone new. “It’s lovely to meet you, Willow; I’m Zander, a descendant of the Vossen bloodline.” Willow looks at the clear-skinned young man, his dark hazel eyes a pool of warmth.

Vlador explained. “An earth witch using ice witch magic? Very intriguing.” Igredris mused, then added, “The blood curse belongs to the Elix witch clan only. It’s a pure-blood ice of a clan with an unbroken lineage from their ancient ancestors, who split off long ago. They are known for their white hair. Elix is the only witch clan not hostile to vampires. Their ancestors had good relations with the Verdonix clan.” Vlador’s eyes widened a little. The Verdonix clan? He didn’t know they had ties with witches.