Witch Shadow Novels & Stories

“Isn’t it your duty to protect me, to be here when I need you? You are my mate.” “Then I will reject you.” His words cut. I had no idea if he could reject me or not. I didn’t know shit about his shifter werewolf world. I had just found out the females couldn’t shift a few weeks ago. My arm moved up to my tattoo and I rubbed it half afraid it would vanish in front of my very eyes. “Stop,” Lucien screamed at me causing me to jump back and hit the door.

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

I heard his voice ring out from the middle of the pack and freeze "PRINCESS SCARLETT! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE, SHOW YOURSELF AND GIVE YOURSELF BACK TO ME AND I WILL SPARE ALL THE LIVES IN THIS PACK!!" I go to move to the door but am stopped by Griffin, Gemma and Sawyer. I sigh. "I must. It is the only way to save the pack..." "How do you know that?" I looked at Sawyer and sigh again. "I am the vampire princess, a hybrid of Werewolf and Vampire, and my curse is that of sight. The other morning when you said you heard me scream?" He nods his head, and I continue, "Well, I saw the future, the pack on fire, everyone dead and all because I ran from him... So you see, to stop that I need to give mysel

The cry of a child slices through the air and her mother smiles and heaves a sigh of relief as her child is handed over to her, she has just battled a very long, painful, and complicated childbirth but none of that matters anymore as she holds her bundle of joy in her arms. She is in exile from her people because she fell in love with a forbidden creature, a werewolf. Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other.

Waverly couldn't tell where she was anymore. She felt like she was floating in mid-air in some other world. Looking in front of her, she saw the shadow man. His light-grey figure allowed her to see some features from a distance, such as his tall frame and distinct jaw. He started walking towards her and the closer he got, the more in focus he became until he was clear. It was Sawyer.

"But not at the cost of his life." "Kalyssa, you are the foretold Luna! The wolf-witch hybrid! I see that now! The one foretold to become between the supernatural and the humans!" Eve yelled. "If you die, then Cruz's sacrifice will all be in vain!" She looked straight into my eyes, her expression firm. "Do you really want that?" Tears stung my eyes. "No." "You're a strong Luna, Kalyssa! Don't go soft on me now!" she yelled. "Let's go!"

Said Jacob as he questioned Sabrina’s motives. “It matters not to you, Vampyr Prince. Now, begone-” But as Sabrina said that name, she suddenly is hit with a realization on who the person in front of him is. Jacob’s word of werewolves echoed inside Sabrina’s head, like she tried to remember something she is supposed to forget or forget something she supposed to remember. Suddenly a surge of memories from Sabrina emerges rapidly inside the Scarlet Witch’s head, as if trying to take control of her body back. Memories of Andrei and the Silvermoon Tribe puts the Scarlet Witch in immense pain. ‌

Scarlett’s POV Michael took a deep breath, his eyes holding a haunted intensity. "It all stems from a lineage deeply entwined with dark magic and an ancient pact," he began, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a heavy burden. "Long ago, Swiftclaw's ancestors made a pact with a malevolent entity, a dark God that granted them power beyond mortal understanding. They were werewolves, but not ordinary ones. They were bestowed with unnatural strength, speed, and a connection to the shadows themselves."

Over the fire was a huge, black, iron cauldron, where inside, a green and viscous liquid was boiling. To the horror of the phoenix, the witches transport someone to the cauldron, inside a writhing bag, from which horrible screams can be heard. When they opened the bag, it was a small shewolf. It wasn't new, but small and missing a hand. Apparently, that made her expendable to their Alpha, and she was offered to the witches who were going to sacrifice her. Screaming in panic, she was thrown into the boiling liquid, and the phoenix flew away, unable to continue to see what was happening.

The shadows bent around her face. “Bailey,” she said slowly. “The girl you call sister is not what you think she is.” My breath caught. My voice shook. “Not… a werewolf?” “She is more than just a werewolf,” the witch said. Her voice dropped lower, as if the walls themselves might be listening. “Her blood carries power older than your packs, older than your clans. She is tied to something greater. Something dangerous. That is why she was taken. That is why she was switched. That is why she was hidden.”