Witch Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

“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

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I opened it carefully and began flipping through pages. The writing was old, uneven, faded in some places, but the words were still clear. My eyes moved slowly over the first page. A bond of two natures… I frowned, turning the page. Born of great magic and sacrifice. My stomach tightened. “What does that even mean…” I murmured quietly. Then I opened another page. Then I saw a drawing on it. It looked familiar as I leaned closer, staring. A woman, clearly a witch by the robes and symbols around her, was standing over two wolves lying on the ground, as strange lines of magic seemed to curl and swirl around them.

'Wow, Kaiser is born to rule' she thought. She skimmed the pages while casually looking at their history through the hand drawn pictures. In one particularly picture, she saw a Lycan holding a torch while a witch was seen burning on a pier infront of him. Upon closer observation, Kyra noticed that the witch is not a witch. It looked more or less like a wolf, but glowing in green light like a witch. 'Witch Hybrids, half wolves, and half Witches' The topic beside the picture read. She pulled out a chair and made herself comfortable.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

Rhazien groaned as he slowly got up on his feet and his suppressed wings slowly sprouted larger and larger, he swung both of his wings and in that single, swift movement, the heads of the two Witches before him rolled to the ground. The third one behind him was about to stab him with the dagger, but Rhazien swiftly turned around and he drove his hand into his chest. Rhazien gritted his teeth with a satisfied smile and the Witch gasped painfully. "This is for you," the Witch groaned and she suddenly drove the dagger into Rhazien's chest. Rhazien groaned and he let go of the Witch letting her fall lifelessly to the ground. Rhazien groaned and he staggered backward. I watched as the dark lines

Lyla had enough with it. "Hei, are you mute? Deaf? Can you hear what I said? You can talk, can't you?" fishing Keegan. His desire was so passionate that he wanted to start a conflict with this girl in front of him. He had never liked witches---bloodsuckers had never liked their existence. It had been like that for hundreds of years. Witches didn't deserve to be among the Freakies. They are just ordinary people who happened to have brilliant brains and able to create concoctions that made them seem to have powers. They even created potions for immortality.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.