Witch Shadow Novels & Stories

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

Sarah interrupts and then apologises. “Chloe is more than a presence, Sarah. The Moon Goddess has chosen to bless you; you changed when you received my blood. You have a wolf. You are a werewolf,” I try to explain, feeling as though I’m failing miserably. “You mean I will shift? I have a real wolf inside of me?” Sarah asks, appearing shocked. “Yes. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know my actions would cause this,” I try to apologise to her. What if she doesn’t want a wolf? What if she’s happy being human?

Kira had more chances of seeing it than him. "You can either follow her to find out or remain here," I walked closer to the signboard and touched it. "Alpha Hendrix K. Ajax of Lúa Infinita here to see the unnamed witch," I expected the snake to swallow me but instead, I felt my body warped into the signboard and the next thing I knew, I was falling from an orange vortex with purple lightning flashes. The force of the vortex was like falling into a powerful and angry hurricane and then getting thrown into a whirlpool with body-ripping electricity surging through it.

She couldn't afford to be unprepared, not with so much at stake. In a secluded part of the forest, Zyra stood poised, her eyes closed as she concentrated on summoning her powers. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly as she tapped into her Lycan strength, feeling the surge of energy course through her veins. She opened her eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, and took a deep breath. With a swift motion, she leaped into the air, her speed enhanced by her vampiric agility. Landing gracefully, she conjured a small flame in her hand, a manifestation of her witch heritage.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

I didn't know who this her was, but I knew I couldn't disobey the Moon Goddess. I travelled for hours until I came upon a lonely cabin, nestled in the depths of the swamp. There I found a strange woman living alone. She called herself Winifred. She seemed innocent enough until my wolf-senses recognized her as a witch. The intermittent snores of Alastor told me he was in dreamland. I peered at him. His angular jaws and bushy brows that made up his face were every girl's dream. He looked so peaceful as he smiled in his sleep, almost normal, but I knew he must have been dreaming of skinning someone alive while he burnt them with the end of a hot rod to be that happy. I gently manoeuvred my limb

~AJ~ I had the whole forest to myself, I was on the verge of losing control. Heck, I can't believe I was wrong with my intuition. I wonder who the white witch was helping, what kind of promise did that person offer or perhaps she isn't working with anyone but herself. But why? Why the siragon? Did she know about the bond between the siragon and my mate? I'm kind of confused here and I hate being in this situation. At least, I should get a link between the Wendigos and the white witch.

"I don't know if it's infatuation or some other BS that's messing with your mind right now, but remember, it's your top secret. I could wipe it out of her mind like it never happened." Their voices lower to hushed whispers as they break into a heated, yet secretive, argument. Vivaldi holds Casper's gaze for a moment before scoffing, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "A witch?" he asks, and Casper nods before they both turn to look my way. My heart races at the thought of them being vampires, but hearing them whisper about witches makes my mind reel with even more questions. So there are not only Vampires in Shadowvale, but also witches?

He said. “You were right.” Lucas said. “The bitch can walk in daylight. That’s why they’re going after the werewolf packs. To make more day walkers.” I said. “Day walkers that can shift into werewolves but have the thirst of a vampire.” Aria said. “Oh, we are so screwed.” I said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.” Lucas said. “We have to. We don’t have a choice. She’s the most dangerous thing out there.” I said.

Silver light flowed from her fingertips, spiraling into the sky. “Moon Goddess, veil our truth,” she whispered. “Let the eyes of darkness see only what we allow.” The light spread outward like a wave, rippling through the storm. Far to the north, deep in the forest’s shadow, the witch stirred. Her shriveled hands twitched. Her black eyes opened. She felt it. The pulse of Storm’s energy, the call she had been waiting for. A grin split her face, her teeth crooked and yellow. “At last,” she hissed. “The child of storm and fire.”