Witches Cry Novels & Stories

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.

She wanted to get out of there and soon but she had no idea how to do it. “HELP ME!” Raven screamed, pulling at her hair. The witches at once turned their heads to her and she saw their ugly faces, dry like wood and horned skulls. “Please,” Another voice joined in. When Eira blinked she found Josh and Nate inside, trapped with her. It's a vision, she told herself. None of this is true. But the screams continued. Nate was begging for help, his eyes stuck on her. She gave in to the urge and snapped her fingers and within a second, the witches had scattered.

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.

Then— Eyes. Not two. Seven. In a pattern not meant for sane minds. Eyes that looked into our souls and saw nothing worth keeping. Eyes that hated creation. “She’s awake,” I breathed, unable to stop the smile curving across my face. “And she’s hungry.” One of the younger witches sobbed. Her nose bled. Her skin began to turn blue. She fell to her knees. “Too much,” she whispered. “She’s eating me—”

"What do we do?" "We have to clean it! It doesn't look deep so he'll heal by the morning." Suddenly I felt an ice-cold sensation. It was all over my body. It felt dark and wicked. I walked up to the double French window and I moved the curtain. I saw Gidian and around 20 more wolves getting ready to fight the four witches that stood before them. I saw another one joining them, it's the same rotten bitch that licked my face earlier. Fucking witch!

Had someone heard our cries? But just as quickly, the witch slammed the door shut, her expression now twisted in fury. “No one is coming for you,” she growled, her fingers tightening around the blade. She turned back to us, her eyes glinting with dark promise. “You will die here, all of you. And your suffering will be my feast.” My body trembled, every muscle locked in place. The fear was suffocating, but deep down, I knew I had to do something. Anything. This couldn’t be the end. Not like this.

It’s about time he knows what it feels like to be afraid and powerless. Dario’s war cry rises up in the night, filling my head with the desire to kill everything that’s a threat to me and mine. Is that what the cry does to everyone, I wonder. I fight the urge to shift and kill. I have the witches to think about. They aren’t used to werewolves, and in their fear, they’ve lost the ability to do magic. “Pruh—priestess?” a young girl says, tears streaming down her face. “What about the wolves?”

“I came here to talk—” “Haven’t you done more than enough?!” She interrupted. “What else do you want to take from us? You’re not even letting us mourn in peace?! What is wrong with you?! Just how deranged can you go? We haven’t done anything to hurt you after what you did so why…” As doors started to open and more witches started to find me there with the witch who was now crying, I knew I was losing them, if at all I ever had them.

Lilia couldn't understand where she was, her eyes on each candle. A loud cry drew her attention, Lilia looked up with panic eyes and in front of her were witches in black ropes. They surrounded a woman with who laid on a large stone, her screams filled the room and the ground shook in terror. Lilia watched with keen eyes, the witches surrounding the woman were so much that they covered the unknown lady whose screams pierced through her ears.

Making her fall down on the floor. " Agghhhhhhhhh" She cries with tears streaming down her eyes. She hasn't experienced something like this before. What's happening? And that's when she looks up to see the witches surrounding her. Their palms facing her as they speak a mantra. The colour of their eyes, yellow. And the pain worsens. Making her knees to tremble. Her entire body shaking. Like someone was pulling something out of her. Through her teary eyes, she sees. Ajax's shoes right in front of her. And before she knows.