Witch Shadow Novels & Stories

Alexander and Sebastien already helped the witches, and I didn’t know about Sebastien, but Alexander was once a healer until the witches took his power away. I gasped and held my mark when Shadow’s body jerked and writhed in bed while she was surrounded by witches, with Alexander and Sebastien. She was like possessed by some evil spirit, but this time, she was herself in seconds, then transformed into her hybrid. Her claws and forehead protrusion were prominent, but she never shifted into her wolf. “Fuck!” I hissed in pain, fell on my knees, and clutched my chest as I felt like someone ripped my heart out. My body began burning like I was about to shift, but it didn’t happen.

he reminded before walking away. Uri inched closer to glance at the person Syvan wanted the moon god to track down. Her eyes widened with shock as the man's identity dawned on her. 'What does a vampire want with a shadow weaver?' she thought echoed in her mind. Shadow weavers were witches that could give life to shadows. They could manipulate the shadows into any creature they want and make it come to life. They were the dangerous type of witches and very rare to come by. They were so rare that people hardly knew of their existence.

"You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are " Scar stared at him, her pink lips pressed into a firm line. Her bright green eyes were narrowed in thought as she regarded him, and then her scowl deepened and she looked away, down at the twisting trees and the arrangement of rope bridges, platforms, and makeshift treehouses below. "That's right." Venom dripped from her voice as she spoke. "Wolves prefer to twist their victims' minds rather than take prisoners. Your kind takes a sick pleasure in destroying other races. If I ever get off these chains I will have you dead ."

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

TALIA “No!” I cried. “We have to find your fingers! She spit them out!” “The water is freezing, and they’ve probably been taken downstream by now. Sara’s the only werewolf I know who can swim long distances in freezing water—long enough to find fingers in a huge river. And the water will have carried away the scent anyway.” He looked defeated, tears brimming his eyes. “I will find them,” I said resolutely.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

Sylvia's POV " Leave now you've got the chance!" The voice repeats, sending shivers down to my spine. Why the hell is it so dark? And why would the Alpha lock up a witch in here, not just any witch but an old witch? Does this have to do with the connection or deal his father made with the witches some years ago? I walked into the darkness, watching my steps carefully, I can't take the chance of missing a step. I didn't even inform anyone that I was coming over to this place. Oh! Moon goddess! I might be kidnapped by someone, but my instincts kept advising me to go in further.

I started bringing up my worthless heartbreaking story to Viola, but it helped me understand that killing to succeed in revenge won't improve things. "I thought he and I were meant to be, but he broke my heart by being with another." I continued. "I lost the one person who would love me to be with another. I, too, lost faith as it turned to vengeful thoughts. I planned to have my revenge on them and prove that their life wasn't worth my concern by becoming the Mistress of Pandora and having my closes friends like Zayn here. They have my back. I didn't become a witch to show how powerful I am. I am a witch because of my blood. I will show them I can care for myself and protect others."

She scoffed, her eyes rolling dangerously in her sockets. “No, Lysander did not hurt me. Not in that way anyway.” She looked at me with wide eyes, she could sense the pain within me I was sure. Why else would she look to guilty as she did in this moment. “Why did you do it?” “Do what?” she replied far to quickly. She new what I referring too. How could she not. She was a witch, she knew my thoughts before I could even voice them. “Why did you and my mother place a blood vow over your unborn children?” I kept my gaze steady on hers. Search for any flicker of untruth in her face. But she had the most exceptional poker face. She watched me wearily.

Swish, swish, swish! Countless vines, densely packed, bound the group of members of the Witch Cult who were closest to the ground, all of them unable to take one more step. The people behind them who wanted to rush up again were blocked by these people and had to jump over them. Seeing this scene, Alex and Jade were both a little surprised. This ability was quite strong. In fact, this was not Zendaya’s killing move. The real killing move was that these vines had countless barbs on them, which were incredibly sharp. Once wrapped around the body, the barbs could easily be pierced into the flesh. There were severe neurotoxins on it too.