Witchcraft Vampire Novels & Stories

Within the blink of an eye, Dabria was standing in front of the woman alongside the man only Dabria could see. That man leaned towards the left side of the witch's neck. While Dabria leaned towards the right side. Both of them sank their fangs deep into the witch's neck. While Dabria drank her blood and sucked her dry. The man with Dabria ripped the witch's soul along with her powers out of her body. The witch's body fell on the floor as nothing but an empty vessel. Dabria turned to look at that man, standing beside her, holding the witch's soul with his fangs. She saw a proud smile on his face as he watched Dabria. His eyes suddenly widened and what looked like a green light, suddenly made

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

"*Vampiri arcanum revula, locus meus mea vox audim, ad me vepire ut possim me videre*" Her voice was low and melodic as she moved her hands in mysterious patterns above the items on the table. She took the red thread in her hands and carefully wound it around the vampire's personal belongings, forming a intricate web that would be used to draw the vampire to her. She muttered a few more words as she worked, her voice growing louder with each passing moment. Finally, with one last incantation, the witch opened her eyes and released the red thread. She had done all she could to locate the vampire, and now all that was left to do was wait and see what happened next.

"Why would you do something like this?" I could barely look into his eyes. "To become a weapon. And, baby, it gets worse. I don't just have these on my wrists. Mara said that they've made me into a religious vessel." He shook his head. "That's impossible. Vampires can't—"He closed his eyes. "If that's true, you can't be touched now, not by another Vampire." He opened his eyes. "Tony, the crucifixes were my only intent. I wasn't trying to be completely untouchable, but it doesn't matter now."

he explained. "Brock, how can I sever this vile tether to the vampire enslaving my friend?" "The path to liberation is fraught with peril. She faces a critical choice: vanquish her vampire master or implore a witch for assistance to escape her bonds. However, one must tread cautiously when engaging with witches, as their demands are steep and their bargains treacherous. They might claim the fate of your firstborn or siphon a portion of your life's essence each month to preserve their youth. More often than not, the price of their aid carries a burden heavier than the advantages it confers.

I decided to lie on the floor and use his lap as a pillow while he sat and leaned against the wall. "I have a lot to tell you, but you might not believe me, so let's cut some things out," I explained. I trust Red, but I know he'll be angry when he finds out my masters are vampires, and it'll be difficult for him to understand as I still don't understand most of it. "Spill the beans," he said, and I began telling him. "There are four siblings, with sir. Darenn being the youngest, the eldest being the heir to their companies, and the other two are twins," I explained.

She shook her head and read the book again. There were four breeds of vampires. Royals, the most powerful vampires possessing psychic powers. They can walk in both daylight and moonlight. They don't require much blood consumption to work. Then comes pure-breed vampires. They are not royal but strong vampires, however, they don't have any psychic powers but their strength was unbeatable. Like royals, they can walk in daylight but for a few minutes or using an enchantment such as rings, pendants, or bracelets. The Nightcrawlers, the most notorious breed of vampires. The fledglings of this breed cannot control their blood lust and caused destruction for several years. They can only walk into mo

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl