Witches Cry Novels & Stories

When I looked up, they were already there. The witches. The ungodly creatures. They were now inside the stable, eyes glowing wildly, and their lips curled in cruel satisfaction. “Go! Run, now!” I screamed to Lyra. She hesitated for a second before moving. But before she could take more than one step, one of the witches raised a hand and whispered in an ancient tongue. The ground listened to her, and ice erupted from beneath Lyra’s feet, snaking up her legs and arms, until she was completely frozen, mid-run, eyes wide with terror.

“She’s gonna scream again.” “Shut up and stay calm,” Kai muttered. “Calm?! She’s glowing and the witch is casting—” “I said stop!” I shouted, louder now. The witch’s voice rose with mine. “Resto cravis aquor!” she cried. “Oblivium nunc!” My mouth opened. Something was rising inside me. My throat burned, my vision blurred. “Kai—!” Kylan’s voice cracked. I was going to scream. And the world would burn.

She doesn’t have much time left. I was going to ask her who the ‘they’ she mentioned was but she continued. “These… witches are the ones masking their scents, making them blend into the packs without detection. We are being oppressed by these wolves, Please s…save our village” Tears fell from her eyes. “Who are these wolves you talk about?” Her eyes glowed white and rolled into the back of her head, a sign of her communicating with the spirits. she continued coughing up more blood.

Colors seemed to intensify, and the ambient sounds of the bustling marketplace momentarily faded into a distant hum. "Witch!" A woman's scream tore through the silence, a jolt of raw emotion that shattered the walls in my mind. It echoed with an urgency that snapped me out of my haze, an arresting sound that demanded immediate action, leaving lingering ripples of disquiet in its wake. "She's a Witch!"

I heard a panicked voice. "What is going on?! Kill him!" Despite my panic, I could see the fear in Caesar's eyes as he realised that his control over Aria was slipping away. "Don't fucking stand there and watch me! Do something!" He screamed at the witches. The witches scrambled to cast more spells, but it was too late. The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor with a metallic clang.

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.

They look at each other and for the third freaking time, burst out laughing. *********************** Sarah steps into the hall and everyone stops talking, you can almost hear a pin drop. It's as silent as a graveyard. The occupants all turn to look at her. They're all in a circle, about two hundred of them, witches, so you can imagine how big the hall and circle is. Katrina, who came with her, comes to stand beside her. "The Witch Supreme comes to bestow her greetings. Here ye her!" She yells in a voice that rings in the hall and comes as a shock to Sarah.

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.