Witches Cry Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes burned into mine. “You made a Queen kneel without touching her.” My throat closed. “That doesn’t mean anything,” I whispered. “That was… fear. Or coincidence. Or…” “Stop.” He dragged a hand down his face like exhaustion was finally winning. “Stop lying to yourself.” Something inside me cracked. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. “I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Why are you calling me a witch? Witches aren’t real. And even if they were…”

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

A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches, even the shifting skies—all paused in the face of that soul-crushing scream. Adrian opened his eyes.

At the deepest of the crumbled Mountain, a miserable shriek filled the area. Witches that been so highly and above all the race have been in a constant pain. It as if a blade stabbed through their heart a million times. There's no end, it only increase the pain that felt through out their body. Whoever heard them, surely numbed their calp out of their wits. Their scream so miserable that vibrated the crumbled Mountain and a cracked begun to spread, as if something soon to arisen from the grave.