Witch Voices Novels & Stories

“Witches can project other’s voices. I know this but didn’t remember when it counted. They were spying on us the whole time, waiting to figure out our weakness to use it against us.” My lips cracked a smile at him and he spun back around to walk away. He wasn’t in a playful mood. “So, I’m your weak...” “Shut up, Sasha.” He snapped at me. “You know I can’t. Plus, you can hear my thoughts. They are going wild right now.” “You shouldn’t of made that vow.” “You know I had too. They were attacking our town and had you nearly drained. Oh, and duh, they had my kids! I would had done anything they asked to keep them safe.”

His voice resounded through the large hollow house, penetrated every nook and cranny and echoed on the walls. The fourteen remaining pack members couldn't stop their feet from rushing to answer the command of their Alpha; Choco and Valerie, Vince's twin siblings were with Antonio and Valentina. It had been a long time coming, it had been so long since they had felt such power rushing through their veins, filling their heads and blinding their senses to obey it's powerful command.

Alpha Erick screams at me. "No problem, man," I say, taking a few more steps back. "Stop," Walter says. He is trying to calm down and not eat one of us. "I have to put you down, Walter," Alpha Erick says. Walter nods his head and then walks calmly to a chair. He sits down, jerking his body in irregular movement. He twitches and twists his body. "They are after her," Walter says, twitching. He moves his eyes around in a nonhuman way. He rocks back and forth, fighting the vampire form, trying to take over his body.

Her face paled as she wanted, no needed to get out. Freda appears in the living room. “Ivy fear not you are a witch too. It is in your blood.” What are you even talking about am I in a family full of crazy people I.I. I don't even understand what do you mean? A generation of witches that makes no sense. Science is real witchcraft, it’s not. You’re not making any sense. I can’t even believe you or. I’d expect this shit from William. Not you. Also, I don't understand and why is my dad passed out on the couch what did you do to him?”

George introduces his friend, speaking in English for Greyson since his French isn’t fluent yet. “Guys, this is Chikondi, or Chick for short. Chick, this is Celine, my mate, Seb my Delta, his mate Greyson, and our friend Rosie. Greyson and Rosie are both Totem-Witches. The rest of us are Wolf-Shifters.” Chick nods and shakes each of their hands as he introduces them. They take a seat in the chair at the end of the coffee table and cross their legs as they relax into the chair elegantly.

This was something older, darker—something that made even witches seem like children playing with sparks. Alder stared, blood streaked across her mouth, her body trembling. Her Alpha—her leader—was standing before her, but he was not Varek anymore. She took a half-step forward, then stopped, her hands shaking as if she no longer recognized who, or what, she was following. The silence broke. Varek opened his mouth, and sound tore through the clearing. It was not a language they knew. It was a grinding of stone, a howl wrapped in echoes, layered voices speaking in distorted unison. The words warped the air, vibrating in the bones of everyone present.

Her lips parted slightly against his, breath warm, steady. Not rushed. Not desperate. Alive. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his. “We survived,” she whispered. “We did more than that.” She looked down at the streets below lights glowing steady, no blackout, no panic. “They tried to silence us,” she said. “And instead,” he finished, “you became the loudest voice in the country.” She smiled faintly. Not triumphant. Resolved. “I don’t want revenge,” she said. “I want reform.” “Then we build it.”

witches are pure creatures while vampires are dark and unclean creatures ,if he's both then he's gonna be really powerful . " if he's an hybrid then I guess I have to step on my game " I said thoughtful while playing with my hair .the candle around the us suddenly wen off putting the entire church into darkness .wild wind circle around us and I could hear voices in form of whispers . " we asked you to kill the child " the whisper said and I gulped down. " yes you asked me to do that and that I shall .. arghhh" I scream out in pain holding my head " what's happing to you " I heard faceless voice but I couldn't see him due to how dark the church was,blood gushed out of my eyes and nose uncontr

The least he could ask for at that point in time was an answer to all that was going on. “Back when the war was at its apex—hundreds of years back, definitely, each breed had to devise ways through which they could communicate their game plans and blueprints with one another easily—and effectively, without the other breeds knowing what it was about. My kind, Witches—and Wizards, composed a language which has since been extinct but for a small village in the human world where it is still spoken secretly. How vampires were able to communicate with one another remains a mystery. Some say it was telepathy while others said they had a secret eye and body language. No one knows for sure and no one