Witch Voices Novels & Stories

' Marcela linked me, and I have to say this was amazing. Looking at our mothers, where they had hugged one another, jumping in pride, I shook my head at how girly they were acting. It feels surreal that I did this and that it really happened; all my doubts about being good enough aren't in me anymore. Looking back at Marcela, I link her, 'Lets run?' she stretches her from paws, then replies me with her tongue hanging on the side of her snout, 'Hell yeah!' We both looked at the rest of the wolves to link them all: ' all who want to join us, shift to run with us both!'

Curious. Then I heard his voice. In the back of my skull. "How rude." I froze. Long enough to feel my stomach drop. Vampires couldn't speak through our link. They couldn't touch it. Couldn't hear it. Couldn't slip between wolves like smoke under a locked door. Yet Valtheris's voice purred inside my mind as if he had been invited in. "Having a private conversation while we fight?" He murmured. "I thought wolves had better manners."

His terrified eyes met mine from too far, too high for me to reach. “Nobody move,” the witch said in a low, deep voice that wasn’t like mine at all—it wasn’t even like one voice, but thousands, the voices of every arachnid that had ever existed. “Or I’ll snap his neck right here.”

My communication slate vibrated against my belt, a secure frequency flashing from the western borders. "Are your tracks clean, klinton?" the voice on the low frequency had the heavy, gravelly accent of the wild rings. "The line is solid, Vance," I replied in flawless Ustranasion, the high language of the northern alliances. "I am currently nesting in the old family den at Vinqlo. A minor pest tried to breach my bedding tonight, but the head has been cleared from the stone. Why has your frequency broken my watch?"

The augmented wolves hesitated, their glowing eyes flickering as they followed their handlers into the shadows. When the clearing fell silent, Vivi dropped to her knees beside Lexa once more. Her hands trembled as they brushed against Lexa’s fur, her breath catching in uneven gasps. "You’re okay," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You’re okay." With a soft whine, Lexa shifted back into her human form, her silver markings faint but steady. Her tearful gaze met Vivi’s, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m sorry," she choked out. "I thought leaving was the only way to protect you."

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

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.

Valerie placed her palm on my face, her purple eyes peering into the depths of my eyes, sending warmth to my chest. Gwen and the witches began chanting, and soon Valerie joined them. I heard the low echoes of the witches rise beyond a whisper. Their chants echoed in the walls of my soul. My breathing became slow, and my heartbeat lowered. I could hear the faint drumming of my heart. I started to feel my eyelashes grow heavy and tired. A burning sensation spreads around my body, starting from my chest to every bone in my body. The witches' chants began to echo within the walls of my mind. I felt myself being pulled away into obscure darkness.

Vincent's response was a cryptic smirk, a flash of something unreadable in his eyes before he lunged at me again, his movements deliberately telegraphed. Noah, oblivious to his brother's betrayal, continued his relentless onslaught. Each impact sent jolts of pain through my body, but Vincent's subtle assistance allowed me to dodge the worst of it. I couldn't understand his motives, but I was grateful for this unexpected advantage. The witches' chants grew louder, their voices melding into a sinister symphony that sent waves of dark magic through the clearing. I could feel their spell trying to latch onto me, to drain the essence of my eternal wolf. I fought against it with every fibre of my