Witches Cry Novels & Stories

Time and space surrounding their immediate area seemed to slow to a crawl as the shadowy forms solidified into five women, the center of whom had raven dark hair and a tawny complexion. “Who do we need to kill, Wolf?” She demanded, the voice the same as the one in his head. “Humans,” he said, unsure of the good it would do. Five more bodies, even witchy ones, wouldn’t make a dent in this madness. “Spare the Wolves. They are…in pain.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than the three central witches’ eyes begin to glow, morphing between a purple and blue so bright it appeared white-hot. The air around them began to crackle, and an unseen force began to blow, kicking up debris and swirling

The disregard for her aquatic kin, forced to float in such gooey cruelty, left her utterly aghast. I turned to gauge the witches' reaction, expecting anger or confusion, but instead was met with unchecked, violent laughter. Their cackles filled the room, a cacophony of twisted delight—as if Esme had delivered the ultimate jest, designed for the ears of those who trafficked in the esoteric.

Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room. The crowd gasps and applaud, their eyes fixed on the mesmerizing spectacle. Katrina and Samantha come to stand beside Sarah to watch the display. Jason seems to be enjoying the display with her but Sarah knows it's just a ruse. She can see Lukas lurking around and scanning the audience intently. At the climax of the performance, a witch steps forward with a globe in her hands. Katrina nudges Sarah and when she looks at her, she nods towards the lady bringing the globe.

I cry over Grace’s lifeless body. The lycans and hunters form a circle around the seven witches who are now defenseless against us all. Silence falls over us all as I cry over Grace’s body. Taking her hand in my own, I hold it close to my heart. “We will be okay,” I say as I reach up and grasp Walter’s hand. “You can go rest now.” Her body lets out final sigh before turning to ash. Puckering my lips I blow gently across her ashes sending them into the sky and fluttering away.

She began crying and screaming for minutes while shaking under Bahm. After giving her time to cry, Bahm roars in her face. “WHY COULDN’T I SENSE YOU!” He yanks her hair and I began making my way over to them now. “I HAVE WITCHES TOO!” She cries as if she’s in agonizing pain. “I.....I don’t believe Cyn... would kill Draconius!” Guards were quickly filling the outside of the castle and making their way over. I also seen Kris wide eyed by the side doors, and once he seen me he sighs out with relief and hunches over.

My twat of a mother however doesn't like the idea and lets out the mother of all screeches and before I know it every one of our pack and Coby are down on our knees with the worst pain I've ever known flowing through our bodies. I manage to look up enough to see the herd of witches closing in on us with their hands raised at waist level as they rant some mumbo jumbo. I look over to where my mother was standing and there she is with her hands at her waist also chanting the same words... Holy fuck she's a witch.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

The dead body thuds to the ground. My head swings to the other witch. Her eyes are blown out in her pale face as she stares at her dead friend. She cries in fear as she scoots away. As I bite down on her leg, jerking her back to me, her cry turns to a blood-curdling scream. That has my ears twitching in pain. Pressure fills my head, but I find I can push it aside easier this time.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

Samuel's voice was equally urgent, "Fight it, Lyla! You're stronger than his lies!" My brothers - Lars, Kadien, Aiden, and Fiden - echoed their sentiments. "Fight back, Lyla! We're here for you," they chorused, their faces a blend of worry and resolve. Alana, her face streaked with tears, added her voice, "Please, Lyla, come back to us." The wild, feral part of my wolf, confused and tormented by the conflicting truths, rose again, threatening to plunge me into chaos. But the witches' chanting resumed, this time with a different intent, a cleansing pain that seemed to cut through Noah's dark magic.