Witch Voices Novels & Stories

the voice of the spirits in this tomb says over and over into my ear, they laughed their scary cackly laughter, their words come from every single part of the tomb, I look around, I cannot see anything but I continue to hear and feel them all around me. “You are a disgrace to the witches, you dare to carry a werewolf’s child in your womb!” Their voices say angrily in unison. I tried to move away but I cannot, I am at their mercy, they remind me of all the ways I have betrayed my kind, the witches, they play and re-play visions in my head of all the horrible things I had had to live through when I was first Celeste Monroe. They made me watch my friends and family die in the hands of Alexandro

“Oh, how dramatic. What a show you witches put on. Careful, Melinda… you might impress me yet.” “Shut up, Lucius,” Valerius said without looking at him, his eyes fixed on the witches. Melinda ignored both men. She knelt, touching her fingertips to the cold chest of one of the dead intruders. “Hold the circle,” she instructed. “Do not break it, no matter what you hear. Fragments of memory can claw back. They don’t always like being seen.” Zoe and Diana moved into position. Together, the three witches began to chant. The words weren’t English, older, rougher, a language that scraped against Chloe’s skin like sandpaper. The candles flared, their flames bending inward, as though sucked toward th

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

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.

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

This voice had told me to stop fighting the water currents and to go deeper into the calmer waters below. I had refused to listen to it back then, and I still do now. The voice sounded incredibly angry at Alpha Kayden at the moment. It wanted me to forget him. It lacked any humanity and didn't care if Alpha Kayden's dad was going to be killed by Skinwalkers tonight.

Despite their numerical advantage, I remained confident in our training and the strength of our resolve. As the battle commenced, both our forces and Ruth's fought fiercely, driven by a will to survive. I observed Ruth's wolves crying out in pain, their roars echoing as the twins chanted incantations, suspended in mid-air. Their hair billowed around them, their white eyes gleaming, and their long fingernails crackling with power. Their chants, in a language unknown to me, resonated with a potency that sent shivers down my spine, warning all not to underestimate them.