Witch Of Blackbird Pond Novels & Stories

Dawn never quite arrived. The Witchfire storm burned the horizon white, then guttered to ash, leaving the sky the color of old iron. Smoke drifted in ragged curtains across the broken bridge, carrying the metallic tang of spells burned out and bodies that never were. The Dominion ranks had withdrawn before sunrise—orderly, eerily silent—leaving only scorched glass and sigils cooling like brands. Kaelira stood at the cliff’s edge until the last echo of marching faded. Her wolf paced under her skin, restless. The witch in her counted breaths, measuring the way the bond dragged and then steadied, dragged and steadied, until Zevran’s pulse matched hers again.

First, he took me to the Warlock Wood, and I thought he might take me to the Cleansing Place. Instead, we went beyond it in the heart of the black woods, to his pond. Where steam rose from it like it perpetually boiled. Bubbles floating upward to the tree-tops, instead of lowering as they should’ve. Carried away on the faint night breeze. He pulled a handkerchief from inside his sleeve, shaking it open before lowering next to the pond. He dipped it in and lifted it. Pursing his lips to blow purposefully. Cooling it enough that when he put it to my face it didn’t scald me as I’d expected it would.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Her voice was like angels singing. “Little Dove,” Adrien said as she started to walk away, her head snapped around to face us. “My father used to call me White Dove, until he banished us.” She muttered, more to herself than to us. “What?” I said. Banished? What was she talking about? “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. I sometimes forget to use my inside voice, but it brought back a memory. Well, a dream." “What is your name?” I asked her as I saw a woman walk out. She gasped when she saw who we were.

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble. The neighbors had gathered round, encircling me with broken pipes and steel bars. They were scared of me, of my very existence. "You witch." A black lady ran forward, swinging her pipe towards me. My hands moved, catching it before it could trample over my head. "That proves it, she's a Witch." She staggered back, the men moving forward in an attempt to hold me down. "Trust me. I'm not a Witch, I'm a human like everyone here." I said.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.