Witch From True Blood Novels & Stories

Lucien's huskily, dangerously voice echoes in the large hall and before anyone can comprehend what was going on He has already turn into his gaint beautiful white wolf and dash towards Matthias who also shift into his grey wolf and that is how the fight started Alexis gasp in shock as she watch Lucien turn into his wolf, the wolf is so big and it send shivers down her spine as she gulp down in fear She started breathing so heavily as she watch the brutal fight scene in front of her. Her body is shaking so much as she stands up trying to hold her breath Sweat covers her whole body and she is struggling as if she is the one fighting but the truth is that she is choking as she watch the scene b

Lyla POV: As the witch's blade hovered perilously close, a surreal calm washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes fixated on Cameron and Samuel, their expressions a tapestry of worry and love. I silently mouthed, "I love you," expecting the sharp sting of betrayal. But instead, a shocking warmth enveloped me – blood, not mine, splashing against my skin. Confusion reigned as I saw Vincent standing defiantly, the witch's heart gruesomely clasped in his hand. He nonchalantly tossed it aside, his eyes locking with mine in a knowing wink. The ritual was broken, the air charged with a mix of disbelief and newfound hope.

Sarah bonded her injured palm with hers while her spell intensified. Alisha felt an auspicious energy coursing through her before Arthur's vision played in her head. A smile came across her face until it instantly vanished; Bella was there...in his home and there they were hugging each other tightly; both seemed to enjoy it. Her hands curled into a fist with anger flooding her veins. "Stop!" She yelled ferociously at the Witch but the woman didn't bulge rather continuing in her incoherent words. "I said stop!" Alisha blared again, this time her eyes were resigning into reddish black signalling her Vampiric nature was in control.

“She will also know you are a witch being that she was once a witch herself before she married and became a vampire herself.” Vastria stared at him. “She is a witch?” “She is considered vampire due to being turned and because she was a witch being turned, she is also a living vampire.” He said with a finger at his lips. “No other vampire noble knows of this. I do not know the story of how she became one of us, but my father cherishes her. She is only able to do small magic however, unlike you. She could not go within her psyche; it rejected her due to being a vampire.”

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

My jaw goes slack at his bitter declaration, “What? True mate?” “Yes,” Damon sounds almost defeated. I look in the direction of where Aliya escaped and I hesitate, “How is that possible? She’s a witch-“ “And I’m a shifter,” Damon snaps, sinking on top of a log and glowering at the ground. “I’m well aware that we are different species, Lucas. I’m not blind.” “But it can’t be possible-“ “And yet it is!” He looks at me, both defeated and angry at the same time. “It is possible because it’s happening.”

Their punishments would most certainly be death and by the murderous glint in his eyes, it wouldn’t be a quick one. Hearing a vicious snarl I ran to the door, barging past everyone in my path. Axel had shifted and was limping while Athena was struggling to get off the ground, holding her head while the witches’ arms were outstretched as she smiled. What the fuck did I miss? Bryant wasted no time in taking control. He knew without being able to re-channel his mates we wouldn’t stand a chance, but one thing we could do was act as a diversion. Running with as much speed as he could muster, he knocked the witch to the ground having caught her off guard. Athena… Venus… whoever was momentarily in

He was chanting in an ancient Druid language similar to that of the sirens. But it was like a watered version. I understood what he was saying. His eyes suddenly changed color to a translucent blue, it was his pupils that changed first. Then his iris had completely disappeared, before his sclera followed suit. It kind of looked electric, as though his body was being taken over by something. But it was his witch side taking over. The transformation was interesting to me. The man is a hybrid Lycan witch. He poured some of the blood on the wooden surface of the stage.

Isidora turned around slowly and the hood she had over her head fell back revealing the old wrinkled face of a woman who couldn't be less than a hundred years old. "I knew you would come. I was certain you would not resist," she said and before I could react, she held forward a pendant. And the glow inside the crystal form reminded me of Evanore's essence trapped inside the ball back in the human realm. "Foolish girl!" she spat and I found myself lifted in the air, glowing just like Evanore did when the witches were extracting her life essence. I saw her start to age backward and her wrinkles started to reduce. I felt paralyzed and couldn't do anything but wiggle like a caught fish out of w