Witch Voices Novels & Stories

What audacity as if I owed them some kind of explanations on my packs matters. "Then also, we need clarity as to why the White Witches Clan refuses to work with any other packs except with the Alpha of Terror. As you can see on the contracts, it's a treaty between them. But is it really a treaty with seven units of his shielders on their land? Or are the witches forced to work under him against their will? We would like to know after all, supernatural beings have rights too." "The audacity of these so-called journalists is beyond explanation. So witches have rights, but vampires don't?" Caleb puffed, switching off the TV before throwing the remote against the wall.

Someone in their assigned team would relay the message to the warriors from other packs. 'Listen up!' I said through the link and waited for a second before continuing, 'Remember, we’re dealing with wolves, witches, and vampires, be ready for anything. Also, a witch is helping us now; she’ll be in Alpha Drake’s group. Maribel is short with brown hair and glasses, don’t attack her.’ I waited a few seconds to ensure everyone got the message before saying the word they were all waiting to hear. 'Attack!' I commanded, and that was all it took to send hundreds of warriors running toward the camp. Some were in their wolf forms, while others remained in human form.

Her voice wavered as she screamed, "No, that can't be true! Please, believe me!" ‌ Yet, her cries fell upon a void, her voice silenced within the prison of her own body. The realization of her captivity bore down upon her like a heavy weight, the helplessness suffocating her spirit. ‌ The Scarlet Witch's voice, dripping with villainy, shattered the silence. "I'm here because I have unfinished business with Andrei." ‌ Sabrina's heart raced, dread twisting within her chest like a vice. What kind of business could the Scarlet Witch have with Andrei? Panic surged through her, her voice quivering as she screamed, "No! Stay away from him!"

a deep voice calls out. “We come in peace,” I respond. “I doubt that. Your kinds never come in peace,” the voice replies. “Please show yourself so that we can speak face to face,” Eve states, a little too bluntly to be considered polite. “Does this she-wolf speak for you?” the voice mocks. “She is an Alpha and the child of prophecy. She speaks for everyone,” I tell the voice. “Very well. Be warned that you are severely outnumbered, so don’t try anything,” the voice warns us.

Oh, he is so cute. I waved to him, took a deep breath and regained my composure because I knew just how much a first time impression meant, and then I yelled out to him. “You are new here, right?" He said something but I couldn't make any sense out of it. I wondered whether he stammered a little or it was just my ears, which still surprised me as I was supposed to hear him anyway, I was a werewolf and our senses were heightened. I guess he didn't really have much to say, which was alright, I didn't either. By the way, who would?

This is not an easy thing, that kid will destroy the world and make a big war. Seeing Viona leave from the basement, Aro smiled broadly. He summoned the witches, there were about five witches who came. They immediately took a position like the edge of the star and let Vasilio be in the middle. Sounds of incantations similar to chants continued to reverberate there. Black smoke came out from one of the witchers and it rushed toward the other witcher. The puff of smoke formed a clear image of stars, then when Aro from a distance shouted a word, the smoke moved upwards as if pulled hard. It pursed, formed a pentagon, and swooped down into Vasilio's chest.

His voice sounded desperate. “Yes, they aren’t hurting me I just don’t like it.” I whisper but I don’t think Axel has heard me. “I’ll get you out!” Lance replies. How can he hear me but not Axel? “Lance…I don’t like this.” I whisper back. “I know, just stay calm.” He says standing back, his eyes glazing over into a mind-link. “Orb….” “Death…” The witches repeat for a few minutes in a trance and at first I am oblivious to what they mean, until flashbacks hit my mind of the moment I died in the car crash. How could they know?

She asked Meadow, and Meadow nodded. "I stopped speaking when I was four years old," Meadow signed, and Ethan translated what she said to Camila. "What did your parents do about it?" Camila asked. "They took me to doctors, mainly speech therapists, but the voice never returned," Meadow signed, and Ethan translated. Camila leaned forward and looked at Meadow lovingly. "When your wolf came, did she speak to you?" She asked Meadow, and Meadow could not answer because her wolf had tried to speak to her. "Nightshade," Meadow signed, and Ethan told Camila. It was a weird response.

- he pleads again. My lord, begging for a kiss? —Are you happy now?-The witch's voice sounds breathy, like she's tearful. —Remember me.- My lord sounds scared. —Remember me.- he repeats in a firmer tone, the compulsion does not work with the witch, but that is the tone of voice that is used to take away the will of humans. —I won't forget you as long as I live,you, idiot.- the witch sighs. —Stay away from Vlad-he orders, in the tone of voice he’d use to compulse a human, which is incomprehensible…that doesn’t work on the witch.

Keeping a watchful eye on the young lady who was taking deep labored breaths. The creature hissed. And it lets out a sound from its mouth. A guttural, a harsh growling unlike anything an ordinary animal or beast would produce. “Intruder, you are foolish to enter the Beautiful Witch’s territory.” The being spoke, but its voice was different — many voices and tones came out of its throat. The voices of people… and possibly, the voices of the people it consumed. A sibilant sound, with malice and spite. But there was also a hint of fear… a wish to survive.