Witch Voices Novels & Stories

In short, I only open my mouth saying the word without sound. “don't talk in a loud voice, the vampire girl is hearing us,” I said and at first, Warg was confused but he understood after. What I was trying to say. “What is happening?” He asked without a single sound that came out from his mouth. “I don't know I just drifted so we could escape, when they hit you with a knife that has a poison, don't worry you already drink a cure, you would be ok now,” I said still without a sound.

Adrian was still screaming, smiling as he imagined himself winning the case. “Wait,” one of the council’s alphas called out, stopping him in his tracks, “These are almost all statements from your own wolves.” Adrian bristled at being stopped, but he took a deep breath and answered, “Yes, because they are the witnesses,” Blade snorted under his breath, “That’s very convenient.” Technically, in human terms, Blade’s words would be considered a whisper. But we were wolves, and that meant our hearing were all sharp enough to hear his words.

someone screams from the crowd, but the words sound like they’re coming through water. I spit his blood onto the white marble at my feet and watch it sizzle against the stone, eating into it like acid. My lips are burning from it, but I don’t wipe my mouth. I’m Nyx Varrow, nineteen, hybrid, unranked. My blood is the reason I’ve been locked in labs since I could walk, and I’m done being their experiment. “I’m not your peace bride,” I tell every wolf in this arena, my voice shaking because I’ve been silent for nineteen years and I’m finished being quiet. “And I’m not ending any war for you.”

I could feel a cool breeze against my cheek as I uttered the words. Kwa dunia, kwa hewa, kwa maji na moto. Kwa hivyo ninakualika ewe mama yangu. Kwa dunia, kwa hewa, kwa maji na moto. Kwa hivyo ninakukaribisha kwangu. Kwa hivyo nguvu yako inijie mimi na kuniongoza. Louder, my voice arose, calling out to my mother's spirit and inviting her power to blend with mine. I repeated the chant over and over again until finally me hands began to itch.

Twilight asked Swift Mustang. “Shadow Star is the leader of my group, he’s the element bearer of Devotion” said Swift “that’s right Swifter” said Shadow Star “you’re Shadow Star and why you’re flying?” Twilight asked “why I’m flying with one wing I don’t why.” Said Shadow Star “his right wing was severed when he was chased by a dragon” said Swift Mustang “yep I was chased by a dragon and his attack severed my right wing and that event haunts me still” said Shadow Star. Twilight pats his shoulder “It’s okay people get haunted by events of the past and yet you continue fighting” said Twilight. “Thank you Twilight anyway Astral Mist, Lunar Scar & Ivory Wings will be here soon “I’m here Shadow!!

I yelled loudly, my wolf had taken over and my voice sounded deeply rough and boisterous. The witch moved her neck unnaturally and it looked like her bones were popping out of their place and poking through her skin before everything went back to normal, "are they dying?" she asked me, her voice deep and unnatural. I heaved, struggling to take control of my body because my wolf was still in charge, "yes, they are dying." "It was supposed to have worked," the youngest witch defended, hissing whenever she said the letter s. "What am I supposed to do? Whip up a potion for them to take?"

Before the River Witch. Before everything. --- Mira walks to the altar tree. Lights a single flame. And says the name aloud. > “Asamando.” The wind freezes. The river churns. And across the village, the Whisperless stop moving. They listen. Tano steps forward, breath hitching. “That name…” Esi nods. “It’s a memory older than silence.” The ground trembles. And from the west — beyond the woods, beyond the horizon — comes the sound of a thousand feet marching.

"You know what you did to me, you twisted witch!" But before I could unleash the full extent of my anger, Marcus's commanding voice cut through the chaos like a thunderclap. "That's enough! Stand down!" Vespera's eyes widened with feigned innocence, but I saw through her facade. As Marcus's authoritative voice pierced the air, a deep inner conflict stirred within me. The primal instincts of a partial omega werewolf urged me to obey my alpha father's command, his dominance resonating within the very core of my being. But the turmoil within my heart battled fiercely against my instincts.

I was dying inside. By Friday I had seriously considered giving in to Vance for a few minutes. I was thinking about how bad it could really even be, if it meant a shot at getting my voice back. But I reconsidered of course, if he had this much control over me now, I couldn’t imagine how much he could have if I volunteered for this. It was even getting hard to think. I had spent some time looking up the term ‘witchling’ thinking that could be a clue, but nothing helpful came up and all the text on the glowing screen gave me a scorching headache. I consoled myself by just focusing on the weekend. Maybe this weekend could provide some respite to me again. I hoped and prayed for that with every