Witch Voices Novels & Stories

11 ~~~~ Vanilla screamed the moment she saw them, crawling back with horrified eyes. “Oh my God.” Her voice was shaky. The wolves came near her, growling as they did. “Please, don't hurt me.” She pleaded. “Step back” The voice she had heard earlier commanded, and the wolves obeyed. Vanilla immediately looked up, she had not expected to see an innocent looking face filed with bloodlust. Vanilla's eyes widened and she ran straight for the girl.

“You’ve met some sprites. Are you sure you want to have an entire group of them together at once? Unmated sprites? You heard the group think/group speak thing that they do. You’re talking about hundreds of those voices at once.” She looks around the restaurant again before turning back to me. “Is that why everyone got quiet?” “Yeah, you’re asking for a huge headache. As much as our wolves adore the sprites, small doses are always better.” “Yes, but then it’s a one and done. As I said, I can do them all at once.” This woman, this witch, my sweet mate, has no idea how special she is. “Then we’ll do them all at once,” I say.

I clenched my jaw. Then I nodded. “Do it.” The D******d Begins Vanessa slammed the command. The station flickered— mild twisting, shadows stretching. The Watchers’ manage sign poured into her. She screamed. Rachel ran forward. “VANESSA!” But Vanessa wasn’t on top of things anymore. The Watchers’ voices echoed from the speakers. “Who are you?” Vanessa’s eyes snapped open—glowing. And she spoke of their language. The Mind War Inside Vanessa’s mind, the Watchers fought lower back .

*(Terjemah : Translation: I can fly to the sky Will never stay Until I passed out from exhaustion Whatever the reason Whatever the reason I need courage now (Gaho - Start)) He did not realize that what he sings now, will come true in the future. In the hidden world. "Sir! Sir! Sir!" "What is wrong?" the voice seemed lazy with a million charms. "Blue cube witch," "Blue cube witch why?" now the person's voice was getting impatient. "The light from the blue cube emits light," Dubak! "What!" now the leader was getting tense, even the handle of the throne crumbled to powder. The fortune teller was suddenly shocked and scared, afraid that his head would fly. "Which cube witch is glowing again!"

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

It was the spirit of the witch, her gaze locking with mine in a silent exchange of understanding. "Help us," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the din of battle. "Tell me how to stop him." The spirit's form wavered, a flicker of hesitation crossing her ethereal features. But then, with a solemn nod, she began to chant, her voice joining mine in a haunting melody that cut through the chaos. The words flowed from my lips as if guided by an unseen hand, each syllable imbued with ancient power. Beside me, my witch friends appeared, their presence lending strength to my incantation.

It said: I am pleased with your progress. You have grown and appear to be making much wiser decisions. I asked: But what about all those voices, they did horrible things didn't they? The voice replied: It is not my place to comment. You were challenging the course of nature before and now you are accepting the natural environment around you. Now you appear to have moved past that and are not challenging it. You are progressing. I asked: How do you know all this? Where are you? Can I meet you?

She doesn’t have much time left. I was going to ask her who the ‘they’ she mentioned was but she continued. “These… witches are the ones masking their scents, making them blend into the packs without detection. We are being oppressed by these wolves, Please s…save our village” Tears fell from her eyes. “Who are these wolves you talk about?” Her eyes glowed white and rolled into the back of her head, a sign of her communicating with the spirits. she continued coughing up more blood.

I declared. The announcement sent the entire place into a frenzy, with murmurs and gasps echoing through the air. I unleashed a howl, and the pack joined in, harmonizing under the silent night. Sensing Venita's mixed emotions, I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're a part of something extraordinary, Venita. Embrace it. Welcome to my pack. Stand and wave."

Elder Vicus falls silent mid-sentence, blinking as if he’s forgotten why he was speaking in the first place. A tingle curls up my spine. I clutch the edge of the tray tighter, and watch it happen again. Another elder, a woman this time, begins to raise her concerns. Her voice is steady, cautious. “Perhaps we wait,” she says, standing. “Speak to the other territories. Learn how the witches have fared—” And just as quickly, her words die in her throat. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Her gaze shifts blankly, and she sits down.