Witch Of Mind Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

I muttered slowly as I lowered myself to her sitting position. Another round of laughter left her lips. "And how would you two manage to do that, bitch? By breaking into my mind?" She was shaking her head amusingly. "I'm a witch, stupid. Do you think I had never prepared myself for that?" She sounded again, ever so confident. "I had prepared myself for that bitch, and the only thing you'll find in there is rotten darkness. You'll never be able to see anything else, I swear,"

“Why?” “Well, your slave seems to love the blindfold,” the witch said with playful mockery. “I’ve been inside her mind, you see. It’s very damaged, fragmented, really. Quite the mess you’ve made of her. If she sees with her own eyes what’s happening, she might go completely catatonic. And then what would you do with your expensive toy?” I heard Sage scoff behind me, and when I glanced at her, I saw disgust written plainly across her face.

Tears pricked her eyes, and she could feel the control of her body slipping. "It's the witches, isn't it?!" Celia opened her mouth to reply, but it was too late. The voice that came out of her mouth wasn't hers at all. "Well, what do you think? Pretty neat, huh?" The witch said through Celia, her voice a disjointed overlay of Celia's and hers. Ella's eyes hardened. Her hands balled into fists at her sides and glowed with a subtle blue light. A mind-controlled wolf lunged at her, fangs bared and claws raised in an attack.

The witch said in my mind. “No, I will never allow you to control me and take away my memories again. I will get the doc to make something to control the vampire side of me. I also have animal blood that they stocked up for me to use when the hunger comes. I don ‘t need you.” I said, in anger. But the witch simply laughed. “Oh, Shaid, if the doc had something to help, he would have already helped all the mindless vampires they come across he would be a millionaire by now. He will not be able to help you. But I can, I don’t want to take your memories. I need you clear headed to make your own choice it will make it less likely that you would betray me again. The choice will be yours to make.

fell into the pit and hit my knee, I couldn't stand, he jumped in and saw my unconscious body "weak" he raised his sword to remove my head, " Please, " I cried and his eyes met my dark, devilish eyes and his body froze, the reason I was called a witch was because of my power to control anything that looked me directly in the eyes, I could put anything I want in their minds as long as our eyes meet " you can't hurt me, " I pleaded but it came as a command to him, he placed his sword down,

This disfigured girl WAS CARA! Cara tried to scream out in horror only to realize that something was lodged in her throat and envading her mouth. She tried to rip it out but her hands wouldn't move. She wanted to run away. But her legs wouldn't work. She wanted to look away, but her head would not turn. Frozen to the spot incapable of any intelligent thought,, but one. The realization that she was now the one lying in the bed with a bloody disfigured version of herself standing above her, staring at her with empty, hollow eyes.

my doppelganger said and I pressed my lips. "So what? You brought me here to tell me just how 'strong' you are?" I asked and my other version shook her head. "You were brought here to come to terms with the fact that you are very far from being enough in this whole war. Give up now and you might actually avoid shedding unnecessary blood." I closed my eyes and shook my head. Mind games. All of this was simply mind games that the witches liked to play. "there is no way in hell I'm listening to an image in a mirror." I said and opened my eyes, "no bloody way I'm going to listen to you." I said and shot out my hand to punch the glass.

This time I would be the one attacking, I need to start planning a strategy to attack, I'm done playing defense, it's time to attack. My eyes glowed while I sent a brutal mind link to my cousin, “I need every single detail about where those Wendigos are coming from. I want eyes on those witches, check every hole you think those Wendigos might be coming out from. Search the whole of this town and the nearest pack beside us, and also send a message to the council, we need to have a meeting with them. Enough is enough!” “Yes, Alpha!” Dexter answered through the mind link, everyone could feel the anger radiating from my body, they had cleared up the way for me to pass.

Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever. “Isn’t it wonderful that everyone will be miserable?” his stares were always been intimidating. It was hypnotizing yet addictive. His wickedness was making him more attractive. “I thought witches are evil.” he said with a grin. Aside from convincing me, he was also provoking me. “We are not what you think, Mister.” I defended.