Witch Voices Novels & Stories

Valerie urges me to begin what we have practiced. When I continue the ritual, the witch is chanting incomprehensible words in a different language I do not understand. After I light the final torch, I hand over the torch and the sling box to Valerie. Once the torch is in her grass, its light immediately goes off. I proceed to the center of the circle and the flames from the torches spread to the powder I have spread to connect four torches. "Do you, Nicole Summers, accept the Wolf Spirit being bestowed upon you by the Goddess?"

Scream if you have to! When had I ever used a whiny, whispery tone? ‘Speak!’ “It has come to my attention that there are witches in the mountains who are suffering,” I said, my voice ringing through the chamber before I even realized I had it in me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Kylan give me a small, reassuring nod, urging me to continue. “Elders. Children. Families,” I repeated, my voice louder now. “Most of them are sick, starving, and scared. They don’t know—”

Something inside of me pushed me to go on, as if the story I was seeing was vital to my own life. Maybe it really was the moon goddess sending me these visions. Maybe they were warnings for my future… The wolves reappeared, drawing my attention back to the vision, and my hands flew once more, flinging fire at any that threatened me. I opened my mouth again, but it wasn't my words that left. It was the voice from the visions. "I am not the cursed Luna!" I/she screamed at the wolves, pleading deep down for them to stop. "I have not killed anyone, I swear it! I will not bring disaster."

One witch, her face half-formed in the mist, spat venomous words, her voice was low and terrifying, “You cannot defeat us, little girl. We are eternal. We will claim you both.” Zoey turned to face her with her eyes blazing with an inner fire. “You had your time, witch. This is *our* world now.” She extended her hand toward the witch, and with a single word, a vortex appeared in her palm, pulling the witch in piece by piece, her body disintegrating into nothingness.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

She was born to lead us all and no one was able to resist her power. I realize the reason I didn’t recognize the voice was because it wasn’t one person speaking. It was Divina and Alina speaking in unison. The hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. Things were about to get ugly. They stalk toward the stage and the crowd parts for them quickly. Divina’s wings materialize behind her, and I can no longer breathe. She looks like an avenging angel as she and Alina converge on the platform. Her eyes promise vengeance and the heat of her flames can be felt from where I stand. When they reach the center of the crowd, they stop and speak. “Alpha Drake of the Blood Moon Pack and Alpha Donahue of the

Vishal "But the hunters will." Amaira, "We need to stop them. The witches, vampires, and werewolves will have to stop them together." Vishal, "Let's see what can be done. Bye, Amaira." Amaira "Bye, Vishal." They both cut the call.

As Victoria knelt beside me, her touch gentle and reassuring, I watched her intently, my golden eyes locked onto hers. "You still haven't told me what you are," I spoke, my voice softer now, a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. A small smile played on Victoria's lips as she met my gaze. "I am Victoria," she revealed, her voice holding a hint of mystery. "I am both werewolf and witch, a fusion of two worlds." Surprise flickered across my features, my skepticism giving way to genuine intrigue. "Werewolf and witch? Such powers are rare, even among our kind," I remarked, a newfound respect coloring my tone.

Her voice screeched. The sudden outburst caused me to hold my ears in discomfort. It's like her voice shattered my ears drum, and I was bleeding from my ears. Falling to the ground, I curled up in heap, my whole body was in pain, but I wasn't wounded, it was Amber's... Whatever they were doing to her, I was feeling it too. Pulling my body along the dried leaves as flimsy twigs, I groaned in pain... Pain that got unbearable, inflicting a small whimper to escape my lips. Suddenly four W.I.K.D agents appeared around me, their bloodstain uniforms irked my nose. But they weren't agents... Far as I know agents don’t flash fangs, they use guns... These guys were vampires.

The baritone voice said. "Vampires going after a witch with wolves around her is that a wise choice." The feminine voice asked. "Remember she's powerful too." She added. "Don't underestimate the power of My park." The baritone voice said angrily. " Sorry boss ." " Witches Are No match for us. We Are Vampires, we are hybrids." He roared out. Elsa walked out of her room with her bag behind her back, she had a stern look which shew that that morning wasn't pleasant.