Witch Fiction Novels & Stories

I smiled as she put her arm around my shoulders. King Izzoth produced a map and explained, "The vampires have four broods. They like to stick close to species or humans that will easily be blamed for deaths that occur from a bite. So, East St. Louis, Salem, Massachusetts, L.A., and Chicago." Queen Winnie reasoned, "So, anywhere witches or high concentrations of IV drug users live." He nodded, "Yes. They like to make sure others can take blame for their actions." I shook my head and fumed, "Damn cowards."

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min

Regina points out. We walk and I watch as a Victoria passes by on the side, running and tearing her dress further along the branches. The look of desperation from wanting to escape leads her to lift her dress higher and run. My wolves lock her up and after a while I pass by with a macabre smile. "I've already experienced this," I say, looking at the witches. - I know - they say - but we are showing you our memory - I heard a scream and watched the scene where Victoria was crying in pain and I stuck the damn knife deeper and I whispered to her.

The wind suddenly stopped and everything that happened next was a series of slow movements, but calculated. The vampires swooped in and descended on the witches, eager to get a taste. There was always the worry the witches were somehow poisoned, at least I was sure it was likely. We saw bodies flying all over, zaps of electricity filled the air, moans and groans … and blood. Lots of blood. Axel licked his lips and I had to calm him down. Not here to fight, here to protect. *Fuck off, if I get the chance to kill a witch I’m doing it,* he fussed at me.

“The ‘why’ I don’t know…but the how…they have a few witches here working with them. I overheard them talking about it last time I was taken for feeding. They’ve gotten close, from what I heard, but the venom kills the wolf during the shift. Usually, our accelerated healing repairs us as fast as we shift, but with the venom in our system the wolves have been dying half-shifted.” “So, they’re killing off the human side, to leave a venom deranged wolf…but then the wolves are dying trying to shift?” I was horrified at the images in my head. She nodded. “Who would do that? Why would witches be involved?” Fiona shrugged. “I don’t know why. It’s just what I’ve caught whispers of…” The door rattled

But the best part in both the books and the TV show is the unresolved tension between the three protagonists. 56-58. The Smoke Trilogy BY TANYA HUFF Same author, but not as successful. A series of three books, Smoke and Shadows, Smoke and Mirrors, Smoke and Ashes. The series takes place in Vancouver with Henry Fitzroy and his sometime-lover. More occult crime. Didn't do much for me. 59. Interview With The Vampire BY ANNE RICE Clearly one of the first reluctant vamps. I personally do not like the gothic trappings of the Anne Rice world, but this is clearly a book that influenced the genre. There are many other Rice novels, The Vampire Lestat, etc.

' Vic asked. < Complete the special Quest > < Discover what's hidden beyond the mountain > "Beyond the mountain! Beyond the mountain!!" Vic said as he stood up from where he was. Spiro was getting crazy, he didn't understand all what was happening. He just saw Vic standing up and moving towards a corner of the mountain. It was like he was being controlled by something, he was moving like a zombie who is after a human. < Vampdragon Eyes activated > Vic didn't know but he felt something drawing him to a place. He got to the place and as he lifted up his eyes, he saw something we could call an inscribed writing on the wall. It was written in some language.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

The idea of letting the worst sort of villain have his way with me, seemed even more terrifying then simply remembering that he already had. This, I’m consenting to. On trembling legs, I slid from my bed and adjusted the blankets so it’d appear I still lay there. In case my father peered in with a candle as he sometimes did. Tugging on my dullest gray dress and tossing my hair into a plait, I tried to look as unappealing as possible. Then I slithered out the window like some dark demon avoiding the eye, to sneak into the night. I stared at WitchFall on the Hill and every step that carried me closer felt like it was inches nearer my fate. Something I’d not be able to return from.

I sighed seeing her clearly unhappy with my answer," it is... a lot of different things. The creation of a fire witch and an alpha wolf. It doesn't mean that I was always going to end up this way, it's just how fate decided." She knitted her brows together," what do you mean?" "There was a bigger chance I would've been a wolf or a witch. Not a hellhound," I paused and tried gathering my thoughts," those who are born into this roll usually lose their identity after our first shift and the council takes us. It's been a constant battle to contain Cinnabar." My wolf snarled angrily as I let her in on more. He was the biggest driving force in keeping Eloise in the dark. Worried that we would driv