Witch Voices Novels & Stories

Will waved his little hands under the sheet and said, "Goodbye, Lisa. Please come and visit us." "Yes, I promise I will. You're welcome to drop by here any time you like," I said. Vincent turned his back and changed into a mist. Then, they disappeared into the gentle breeze of wind. "Wow, vampires travel in style. I want that." That's Mr. Weasel's voice. "Are you feeling better now?" I asked. He stretched out his front legs on the bed and said, "Help me, human woman! It's so itchy!"

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."

Blake acknowledged the witch's warning with a slight nod. The witch chanted some gibberish words and then disappeared before our eyes like a wizard performing a disappearing act. My heart skipped a beat. Who were the midnight pack and what did they want to avenge? Accepting the intimidation we now faced, Blake engaged his mind-link with his warriors, instructing them to prepare for battle. The urgency in his voice left no room for hesitation or doubt. I desperately wished to be by his side, to fight for our children, but Blake's protective instincts took over.

My hands started trembling and just as I thought that my nerves got the better of me a voice filled my head. It was not Spirit but something from out of this world, as soon as the eerie voice spoke a wave of calmness hit me. “YOU HAVE PROVEN YOU ARE WORTHY BRAVE LITTLE SHE-WOLF. I HAVE CHOSEN YOU AND I WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THIS.” I felt like I was looking at myself from above when my eyes lit up like moonlight and with one movement of my hand, all the light went out. I heard Alpha Vlad screams and ask what was going on before the eerie voice said, “NOW.” I heard the opening of the locket and then seconds later the sounds of bodies falling to the floor sound asleep.

Oh, wow, if that's true, how do they exist in a world where most of the humans seem to have a phone permanently attached to their hand? Whenever Whitfield speaks, the woman repeats it right afterwards. She doesn’t even wait for him to get to the end of the sentence. She starts right in after the first sound. Like an echo, or microphone feedback, or something. That’s quite a skill. That’s what Whitfield meant by his Voice. She’s speaking for him, because he can’t do it himself. Yeah, that’s got to be a huge disadvantage, these days, and it’s only going to get worse. I wonder how many conspiracy theories vampires have planted, trying to get the humans so suspicious of modern technology that it

she says as she turns back to start finger combing her hair. "That went better than I expected," she hears Jason whisper to Lukas. "Way better!" he replies also whispering. "I can hear you guys you know," she tells them. "Shit!" Lukas says as Jason bursts into laughter. "Really? You can hear their whispers? Oh my glory! She really is the Witch Supreme," Katrina says which makes Lukas and Sarah joins in the laughter.

I wondered idly if I should inform her that I could every single word. "Your three minutes are up." I announced when I got tired of her fumbling. "God damnit!" She screeched again, and I winced. Yep. Definitely going to try her damnedest. It’s a damn good thing that being a vampire is essentially the same thing as being a starfish. All parts can be regrown, except for of course, a new head. "Inside voice Jo. Use your inside voice." I cautioned. "What is your question?"

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Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

The witch screamed, her voice rising to an unnatural pitch that caused my ears to ring. She threw out her hand, and a wave of dark energy sent Kai flying across the room, crashing into the table. "Kai!" I screamed. The witch turned to me, eyes gleaming with a sick, fevered glow. "You are needed," she hissed. “The child must be claimed.” My heart raced so fast that it felt like my ribs would break, causing me to fall backward. "No," I whispered. The witch moved closer, chanting in a language I didn’t recognize, her hands weaving complex patterns in the air.