Witch Descendants Novels & Stories

Vaelorra walked to the room down the basement and I trailed silently behind her. She walked to the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested, her fingers trailing along their spines as though they were old friends while I stood by the huge desk, supporting my tired weight with my palms on it. “An Unspun descendant,” she said at last, “is one from the tribe of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her, my disbelief sharp and unhidden.

"Neither Jasmine nor I would ever break your trust." He nodded. "I can give you the short version. She basically killed her wolf when she was twelve by eating wolfsbane. And she got help from some witches to bring her wolf back from the dead." "Is such a thing possible?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair, amazed. I'd never heard of someone losing their wolf, and definitely hadn't heard of them getting it back. I wanted to learn more, but I could tell Tyce wasn’t going to be open about it. Maybe Gigi would eventually feel comfortable enough to open up to me, especially now that we were technically going to be related.

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

He’s willing to do everything just to take down Avissar. The Desaix Family has a palace. They had a happy and perfect family but their parents died. Vladimir, the eldest Desaix is a family-oriented man. When their parents died, he became more calculative of everything, including his actions. He’s the smartest of the siblings. His penchant for strategies and forming contingencies way ahead of time. Lilia, the middle Desaix was envied by women. She’s very classic. Their youngest is Avissar Desaix, the most badass in their family. However, he knows how to keep his words. He’s the first half vampire and half werewolf. They have different accents from the rest of the species.

“Mr. Winters, can I ask you a question? If Dew did not send George and Harold back to the Winters family, and you knew about their existence one day, would you do whatever it takes to take custody of the boys?” “Of course,” Duke answered without hesitation, “Although the boys did not come to the world by my consent, their bodies are filled with my blood. They are the descendants of the Winters family, so they have to come back to the family.” Adina’s hand that held the knife paused.

in that part of Spain, kept them supplied with what they needed. One dadsy a tinker came to our door with Mari; she was eight or nine years old. From what we gleaned later, Mariposa’s mother had only just enough power to protect her youngest dadsughter from the attack of another clan of witches. Her parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, and all were dead—and her mother, too. The tinker found the little girl wandering by the burnt remnants of her house and thought my wife would take her in, as he knew that my wife had done considerable trade with that family.” He sighed and turned away, looking out over the narrow, dadsrk valley below them. “That was a bad time for all of us in Europe. T

" I had always been different. As a kid, most people I encountered found me odd. So, it was no surprise people said I was cursed. It wasn’t until my mother passed away when I was ten-years-old that my oddity got the worst of me. The day she died, I felt like part of me had died with her and that feeling never went away. Around this time, my older siblings told me about our family curse. They told me we were descendants of the Skinwalkers who were forced to put on skin and turn against their own will by eight warlocks, and from that point on, anyone in our family who reached the age of eighteen would inherit this curse—even if they didn’t want it. I had been living in survival mode ever since

"Now, Father must be looking for this scroll and I hope he doesn't know I took it. But since there's a Witch, Father will know and maybe he'll be very angry with me. That's why I beg you to come back, Keith!" "What do you want me to do? I'm not sure if I can go to that place. The Kolaida Valley is not an ordinary Valley that anyone can go to. The only human who discovered the valley was Vasilias. Even though we are still descendants of Gods, but we are not legitimate descendants. Impossible to find that place!" "It may sound impossible, but not if you go with Prince Nathan. Will you?" "What? are you crazy? how can I go with him? that's impossible!"

“Yes, Monalisa was given birth to by Takada and Divine by the Alabaster Weald ruler, The White witch queen, Genteel.” Gwanhoya laughs and ceases her laugh, “Now it is starting to make sense!” “What is starting to make sense?” “The rage that was coming from the white queen, why she kept asking about her daughter and why she did not kill her when I send her to assault the Enchanted Forest.” “You send Divine to attack the White witch’s forest or this Mukura you are talking of?” “Tell me, how old is this Divine you are talking about?” “She must be 18 or 19 by now and her birthday must have happened recently!”

I said doubtfully. “No, my kid,” argued the voice again. “You are wolvire, the daughter of a vampire and wolf-shifter, who was born on the red moon that falls on the night of Kliwon Friday, a very sacred night for Javanese beliefs. You girl who is full of power, you can produce magic without incantation. You're not a witch, you're a descendant of the witches' predecessors.” I was amazed to hear that. It sounded strange and utterly absurd, but if it could help me stay alive, so I would go for it.