Witchcraft Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

“Sylvia is a hybrid, born as both vampire and werewolf. But how could she be so powerful to control a trained witch’s mind like that?” Witch Ciara was an experienced player, blessed with strong magic by Heaven. This open mortification of nature’s servant set me on fire, I leapt towards Ciara to help her. Sylvia broke into a fit of laughter, her protruding claws flexed her Alpha wolf as she glared at me. “No matter how many potions Susan has fed you, you can’t fight against a Royal Vampire’s compulsion, dear aunt.

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.

“I didn't even believe in ghosts last year, never mind vampires, werewolves and full moon rituals. Hell, I grew up in Texas. Ulric, you especially should know better.” “Well, your mother was knowledgeable about this kind of thing,” he said defensively. Bella didn't miss the strange look that came over Darian when he mentioned Sarah. “You take after me in enough ways.” “In case none of you have noticed, Sarah and I aren't exactly on speaking terms ever since Victor put a stake through her temporal lobe,” Bella reminded them. “Foster and Hunter are the resident spiritualists.” She grabbed a trash bag from the box they had left out. She picked up a candle and tossed it in, noting the tense reac

“I can’t help how I look. People as and I just say I changed my skincare routine as a joke but I look like I’m 25. I don’t even know if this is it. If I go back anymore, if I go back to when I was 19…I don’t even know if I will be able to continue being Hector.” Gale came over to me and rubbed my arm. “I wish there was more I could do for you, but it’s not something I’ve heard of. When a witch comes into contract with a vampire like this, it creates a blood witch but it’s much different since we are essentially human with magic in us. What you’re dealing with is something far beyond that.” Her eyebrows knit together before she turned around and started to dig through her bookshelf. Pulling o

She couldn't afford to be unprepared, not with so much at stake. In a secluded part of the forest, Zyra stood poised, her eyes closed as she concentrated on summoning her powers. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly as she tapped into her Lycan strength, feeling the surge of energy course through her veins. She opened her eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, and took a deep breath. With a swift motion, she leaped into the air, her speed enhanced by her vampiric agility. Landing gracefully, she conjured a small flame in her hand, a manifestation of her witch heritage.

“And most witch covens wouldn't risk sheltering a half-blood. I've been running for three years.” “How did you survive?” I asked, helping her unpack the small bag that contained her entire life. “Learned to be invisible. Picked up tricks from both sides.” She demonstrated by combining vampire speed with a witch's concealment spell, vanishing and reappearing across the room. “But it's exhausting, always hiding.” The pack adapted amazingly well. Instead of hostility, they showed curiosity. Shared meals turned into shared stories. Training sessions became opportunities to learn different fighting styles. I watched in amazement as Sarah, a young witch, accidentally combined her magic with Ryan's

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

“ I'm sure master. I won't gain anything from lying to you. They also migrated. I might be going away to meet them master.” “ if that be so, We the members of the white coven promise to protect you throughout your migration. We will protect them also wherever they might be. Let the migration ceremony begin.” Sylvia walked away from the judgement stand to the podium and faced the church. Everyone rose from their seat to say goodbye in the best way they could. Most of them were emotional. Sylvia was a very kind witch. Aside her beauty, she was loved by all due to her charisma and kindness. It's ridiculous that she doesn't have a .... That is as a result of her own attitude towards things like

Infact, it was as if he was enjoying this little charade and it was pissing me off. My hold on him tightened. "Who are you?" He smirked, and when he didn't respond I began to smother his heart. But there was something different about him. He was more powerful than the Vampires I had come across. I began whispering, my magic choking him but he was fighting it off. He had a witch on his side. Just on my thoughts, I felt an instant wobbling of my brain and a woman was before me chanting. She held a middle sized locket in her hands and immediately it appeared in my hands with a black fluid staining my hands. Using my magic, I picked her off the ground, shoving her against countless harsh surface