Witch Shadow Novels & Stories

I recently got a scholarship into Blackfrost Academy which only made my plans and goals so much easier. My one goal in life is to avenge my people's death, infiltrate the academy and get close to the only heir of the Thorneval bloodline who slaughtered my family till what remained was just a little girl thirsty for the enemy's blood. Here I am, Cressida Ashcroft Virelai . The only surviving witch of the Ashcroft bloodline. I've learnt how to suppress my powers for eleven good years and it wasn't easy. I couldn't let everything I've worked for for so many years go down the drain all because of these wretched rouges.

We both did what Mom ordered, and the second we did, I felt as if someone had dragged me out and smacked me, much as when I jumped into a pool. I open my eyes and see a gold wolf in front of me. 'This cannot be happening, cousin.' I heard Marvel link me; how the fuck did we get SWITCHED?

Then he cut his own neck, slitting his jugular, and throwing himself into the fireplace. - What a sad end. - Loves said. No... - They threw themselves, kneeling, towards the frozen ground. It was then that Andreas went to the altar, where there was an altar on a pedestal, in which there, in an orb, they saw what that situation was all there, when the wolves and vampires arrived. The orb showed the children of misfortune. Weeks before. He had received a woman with long wavy hair, pale skin, and round green eyes, she was one of the immigrants who came to America with the migration plan between the supernatural worlds, she was a shapeshifter and a chameleon witch, who was one of his new assista

"Guards! Are you all cowards?" Sarah shrieked, her voice reaching a frantic, hysterical pitch. She snatched a ceremonial silver dagger from the wedding altar. Her white dress was stained with the wine of her broken glass, making her look like a blood-splattered ghost. "She’s using witchcraft! She’s a monster! Kill her!" The guards shifted uncomfortably. Their eyes darted between Sarah and the Shadow King standing by the door. No one moved. They could feel the power radiating off me—a heat that made their own wolves want to curl up and hide.

They knew they had to act swiftly to rescue Katherine and stop Sophia's nefarious plans from coming to fruition. Victoria, with her newfound witch powers and werewolf genes, concentrated, tapping into the depths of her abilities. She closed her eyes, seeking a connection to Katherine through the intricate web of supernatural energy. As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Aurelia’s breath hitched, the color now completely draining from her cheeks. She looked physically uncomfortable, her shoulders trembling slightly under the horrific weight of my past. I tilted my head, studying her distress. “Do you want me to continue, little swan?” Though she was clearly horrified, clutching her napkin tightly, she swallowed hard and gave me a firm, determined nod. I silently applauded her bravery. I had expected someone as pure and innocent as her to run away from a story this horrific, to shield her eyes from my darkness, but she didn’t.

A sudden, freezing drop in temperature hit the back of Amora’s neck. High above, clinging to the shadows of the crumbling ceiling like a massive, skeletal spider, Katherine the Wraith materialized. Her white silk dress was completely shredded, her gray skin covered in fresh, black slime that dripped downward like liquid poison. Her completely black, ink-filled eyes locked onto Amora’s radiant, unprotected back. Xavier’s distraction in the forest had failed, or perhaps she had simply ignored him to hunt the ultimate prize.

For in it lies our supposed salvation. The ender of this Nightmare that grows steadily every day. But that has changed. Everything has changed now. I watch as the Alpha of the Shadow Pack, hobbles against his cane toward the carriage. My head tilts slightly when it opens and his Luna steps out. But she is not what was awaited. My mind is far gone in anticipation until she reveals herself—she who is betrothed, the light to lead us out of this chaos. Alpha Cains' Oldest daughter, Vivian Cecilia Pryd.

Not a chance in hell. Jackson tried to draw her in by the wrist again, but she pulled her hand back. Shearing away from any emotion from the shifter side of her, her witch magic was rampaging like a storm, crackling like lightning, and thrilling every atom of her existence. She held it back, knowing that if she made a scene, Luthor would discover her secret, that she wasn't just a weak shifter, but she wanted to take down her former bullies so badly it stung.