Witches Cry Novels & Stories

I screamed. But it was already gone. I screamed in frustration and cried about my situation. How could this happen to me? Why did I let myself get carried away? Was this what the Moon goddess meant by me changing the world? "Was I just a pawn in your game?" I cried. I slowly laid on the floor and cried until tears no longer escaped my eyes. The witches were gone now, all destroyed by Hecate. I had no idea if Gwen was going to survive staying in the Red Lands on her own. I hoped that she did not escape alone. Leaving with the demons alone was going to be the hardest task.

He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

They wouldn’t come unless I was stripped of everything. Then, I pulled out a small blade, the one I had hidden beneath my sleeve. I sliced my palm open. Blood poured down, dripping onto the stone, glowing dark red before turning purple. The air shifted. I began to chant. “Almanto Montana Monrus! Almanto Montana Monrus! Almanto Montana Monrus! I call upon you, the witches of the dead... Morwenna, Lysra, Thane! Hear me!” The ground trembled beneath my feet.

' He pressed it with added pressure, piercing shallowly on my skin. 'Nooo! ' A series of cracking sound resonated through clearing, gasps and awes following there after. He turned around, dropping his knife and unblocking my view towards my mate. Blue flames enveloped her entire body. Crack after crack could be heard and all we could do was to watch with our mouths open as my little witch's body was replaced by that of an enraged beast. A white wolf with raging red eyes.

The witches’ chants became even louder, the electric hum began producing sound waves visible within the air. Soon the proud princess fell to her knees, and she let out a heart wrenching, piercing scream as she cast up her arms wildly causing that blue electric haze to explode within the room following with a loud boom like the crash of thunder, causing all the witches around the circle to come tumbling to the floor. The electricity wave was strong enough to topple the three of us as well. As we all sat back up, our ears ringing from the boom, it appeared that nearly all the witches were unconscious on the great room floor. My head was spinning, as out of the corner of my eye I saw Emily sit

She struggled, kicking her legs with tears streaming down her face and struggling to breathe. "No!!! Cheche screamed, reaching out to my little mate. The witch holding Sadie was pushed away by an invisible force. Sadie fell on the floor, coughing while crying. Cheche gasped, looking at her hand, and the two witches were surprised, but she quickly snapped out of her trance when Sadie cried.

" I didn't mean it ariel, baby ... my baby .. I I made you myslef , ..I. How.. she looked at her hands and cried harder , I didn't .. I.. iam sorry she screamed . I am so sorry.. she screamed . " The witch heard everything which she was saying," it will help you loosen up a little , okay ? She murmured and carried on mixing up portions that will heal her emotions and her physique. The witched hummed and chanted as she carried on hearing the yellings and the screams of the woman who was bathing, " soon she finished and went to the bathroom and dragged her out "

Sia on the other hand screamed louder and louder, fighting and fighting, wanting to be set free, seeming as if her sanity was slipping with each second making her more and more feral. I was tired, tired of all this pain, wanting nothing more than to close my eyes and not open them. A scream tore through me, through the chilled night, another bone popping somewhere in my body as my body turned, my arm turning all around, more and more screams shooting through me with my body violently shaking. My screams made the witches chant harder and harder to the point where they were crying, their bodies swaying, ready to collapse yet they held on being strong. The vampires encouraged them, wiping away

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

A long, piercing cry cuts through the valley. The woods explode with movement. They come like shadows tearing free from the trees—hundreds of rogue wolves, pale and twisted, their eyes glowing red in the growing light. They don’t run like normal wolves. They lurch, stagger, charge in uneven patterns, their jaws snapping wildly, foam dripping from their mouths. I gasp, backing away from the window. They’re everywhere, pouring into the valley like a flood. The witches gather in a knot near the fire, raising their hands with wild eyes. Their glamour flickers and fades. Youth pulls back in flashes of old, stretched skin and cracked lips. Fear is breaking their magic, and the army hasn’t even rea