Witch Shadow Novels & Stories

Kitty looked at her feet when she spoke. Mitch was about to answer her when the power went out. It was getting dark. The moon was coming out. “Now I'm definitely staying.” Kitty didn't say a word because she was a little scared of the dark. Kitty bumped into every piece of furniture as she searched for the match to light the lamp. As for Mitch, he could see clearly, being a werewolf and all.

He focused on the two parties who didn't seem to sense him lurking nearby. The Vanderwolf boy screamed as he extended his hands and shoved the girl, causing her to lose balance and tumble into the stream. The she-wolf let out a howl and leaped to her feet. “I might not be able to transform completely, but I've still got these,” she stated, baring her sharp canines. Stanley was impressed, and a bit turned on. “Don't forget about these,” she added, displaying her hands with her glittering talons that looked hungry for flesh.

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

His voice was barely above a whisper, which made it even scarier. Without seeing him, she could feel him wrestling with his wolf, who wanted to shed blood. Her blood in particular. "Brighton where's your Alpha? Where's Andrew, the moon witch, and who is this fraud?" He bit out. Another involuntary shudder ran down her spine and Shirley willed herself to disappear but nothing happened. Her eyes dashed around and she thought of making a quick escape. The snarls and baring of teeth from around her made her shut down that idea.

A whisper that feels like it’s more inside my head than in the real world. “Leave her,” the voice hisses. The shadow hovering over me undulates in what can only be irritation. An answering whisper, higher pitched than the first, replies, “But she is so bright.” The first whisper grows harder. “The witch wants her alive. He must receive his payment. Leave her.” The witch wants her alive. His payment. Goddammit. That motherfucking Comic-Con piece of shit. He sold us out. Frost appears from nowhere like a shooting star. His pale hair flutters around his hard face as he launches at the shadow above me. I watch, equal parts horrified and mesmerized, as he slams into the shadow and both of them cr

Swish! She melted into a bat-like silhouette of red that reappeared before the ranks of the invaders of the Orthodox Path and began her work. The work of blood and flesh. In the blink of an eye and the swing of her arm, more than a handful of heads leaped off the necks of a few mages with fountains of blood gushing out morbidly for several feet. Then she disappeared again, reappearing in the midst of another cluster of mages and their heads plopped off again. She was so quick and agile as a panther on a hunt, doling out death and blood with unnerving zeal. By the time the invaders truly grasped what was going on, dozens of headless corpses were already left sprawling on the ground, lying in

“When the moon is dark. He’s waiting for the dark.” Raven’s jaw tightened. That was in four nights. “And what does he want?” Raven asked. The witch’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You. Your power. Your pack. He feeds on fear, on the breaking of others. And he will break you.” Shadow stirred, pressing against Raven’s skin, a low growl rumbling beneath her ribs. “No,” Raven said softly, “he won’t.” Kael knocked the witch unconscious, catching her before she fell, lowering her to the floor.

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

William instructed. “Okay,” Emily agreed enthusiastically. She stood with her feet apart and knees bent like a miniature sumo wrestler. “I can do this," she said, more to herself than him. Her weight shifted back and forth in nervous excitement. Her face crinkled in concentration. She tried to focus on the way the wolf had felt at the Coven; during her one and only shift. It was turning out to be a lot harder than she expected, since William made it look so easy.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.