Witchcraft Vampire Novels & Stories

' I paused, turning to the next page. 'This was done by my daughter, Namek. She was the one responsible for the missing vampires, werewolves and witches. I found all of them there, they were still alive, just they were in a deep sleep and a sacrificial symbol was carved on their forehead. I recognized the sigil, it was a dark spell used to perform the rite of nine.

"More than a threat. She is more than any power you've ever seen. And I hear she has vampire blood in her too. Isn't that interesting?" "Vampire blood?" His surprise was beyond what his face could express. Having vampire blood automatically makes her a half-breed, and that meant she had the same powers as a vampire already. What else baffled him was who the witch's parents were. There was only one vampire he knew of who had gotten married to a witch but… no, this was bad news. It cannot be possible. If what he was thinking was true, then the witch would be as powerful as a two hundred years old vampires and that meant more powerful than him because the vampire in his thoughts would have been

I bite into my own wrist and press it to her mouth. She tries to wiggle out from under me, but her feeble attempts to push me away don’t move me the slightest bit. I know she doesn’t want this, but I refuse to let her die, I refuse to let her die like this. I press my bleeding wrist harder against her mouth, making sure she ingests enough of my tainted blood. Like a magician doing his infamous magic trick, the blood that flows out of her multiple wounds starts to slow before it stops altogether. Gradually, all of the slices, especially the one in her chest begin to heal, leaving her stained in her own blood for no noticeable reason.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

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

In the middle age of vampire eras,the old vampires had this strong hatred for witches so when they get the chance to catch any,they torture them to the extent that they can't even chant their own spells anymore. The early men forced three dark witches to cast the spell called Sapientdreams in Crege which makes it possible for the place to remain dark and different from the other world,and soundproofed. The spell was so powerful that Crege had remained the same without any barrier to it,it maintained the dark nature and soundproofed. Sapientdreams was one kind of a spell that when casted,lives go in for it and those three dark witches weren't spared as they all paid with their lives.

Lyla had enough with it. "Hei, are you mute? Deaf? Can you hear what I said? You can talk, can't you?" fishing Keegan. His desire was so passionate that he wanted to start a conflict with this girl in front of him. He had never liked witches---bloodsuckers had never liked their existence. It had been like that for hundreds of years. Witches didn't deserve to be among the Freakies. They are just ordinary people who happened to have brilliant brains and able to create concoctions that made them seem to have powers. They even created potions for immortality.

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.