Witch Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

“It’s normal, Gina. I have gotten that face so many times so I do not find it offensive. I have heard a lot about you, Gina. Gina? Why was he calling me by my first name, we just got to know each other. He sighed and passed a book across the table and Alaric grabbed it with apt. I got closer and tried to see what was in it. It was a picture of a human who had a spiral scar. The one Alpha Geri told us about. “This is an ancient book that was written in blood by one of our ancestors who also happened to be a witch. These things occurred about four hundred years ago and now they are back,” Lucas said. “What do you mean they are back?” I asked. One of the men at the table slid three papers in my

Across the small, dimly lit space, Julian stood at the central console. He hadn't sat down once in the last twenty minutes. He stood with his left hip braced against the steel edge of the desk, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim, glowing schematic of the double-helix data loop. His right arm was tucked close to his chest, the wrist swollen, dark purple, and stiff beneath his torn white linen sleeve. Yet, his left hand was steady as he scrolled through the localized diagnostic logs of The Vanguard.

Duncan POV: As soon as we were back from wolf training, I practically dove in to get the witch notes out. I placed the package on the table and carefully unwrapped it to find an old, beat-up, leather-bound book nestled within it. A frayed red ribbon was stuck between the pages and I gently opened it to the section marked. A crude ink drawing of a circle took up one side while scribbles of what looked like notes were on the other. The only thing that I could read with ease was the top note in larger scrip that said: “Negating dark energy.”

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

When he finally reached the oasis, he carefully pushed him into the water. Then he pulled out the witch dagger from his pocket. The stone on the dagger was glowing with purple lights in all its glory, as if it had stored all its power. He raised the dagger and plunged it right into Jack's chest. As the blood slowly spread over the body, he dropped a jet-black, moldy, and rotten seed from a small box he pulled from his pocket onto the body.

His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand "Do not forget that he is a werewolf and a magician hybrid, meaning that he has the abilities of both equally" Lucas shivered and as he bent down intending to pick up the book, he felt his breath stop as the book was flying and headed toward Zain . He suffocated the ground, and John wanted to save his friend, so he ran towards Zain and raised his hand, trying to hit him as fast as Zain to avoid her. He did not cut the spell o

"Ekh! I'm telling the truth. You don't know how fate has arranged everything. Let me go." I activated the mind-link and contacted Angela to ask for guards to come along with a witch we hired to maintain the stability of the pack—since I knew Lex's abilities could be dangerous to our pack, I finally made the big decision to make peace with the witches. Before long, several troops arrived. One of them, a man with a special bracelet on his hand as proof that he was a member of the Blood Moon Pack, moved one hand, producing a red light that immediately bound Lex's wrists.

Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared. The first thing that caught her attention was the extensive family chart at the very beginning of the book. Labeled Pack Diagram, it listed all the human form names of what she assumed was an entire pack. What on earth could this have to do with her grandparents? Did they study this? Surely they weren't - No. She gave herself a mental slap. That was just too wacky to even contemplate. She was letting her imagination run away with her. The legends fascinated her from the moment she opened the volume, especially those chapters about werewolf shifte

Maya cowered back like an innocent prey. Vishious's black animal eyes stared back at her in hunger. He was looking half animal and half human. His face was slightly in a wolf shape while his body had turned more flexible and strong. More muscular and heavy. His hands and feet were looking like paws. Maya's eyes wandered downwards hesitantly. This was the first time when she had forced his wolf to come out in sexual hunger. And man, was it a mistake?