Witches Cry Novels & Stories

He coughs abruptly and start gasping for air "Dad! No no please... Dad... Just hold on dad... we are already at gran.. Please dad!" I cry loudly A large number of witches and Warlocks from the black coven, fleetly appears to where we were in grandmother's front yard. They circle us. "Hermione? What is wrong? We heard your cry from the house" A woman says lowly. They were all draped in black gowns. "What is the problem?" Another voice chips in "Is that Christian Crofus?" Someone asks in shock, whispers rent in the air.

I was no alpha yet but I refused to let them separate me from- A scream tore through me as a slicing pain tasered through my brain. I clutched my head, my knees bucking underneath me. Another scream ripped through me as another wave of pain latched onto me. I managed to open my eyes just in time to catch the three witches in sync, muttering something. Hands raised and attention focused solely on me. No. My wolf growled as he fought to come close. But whatever the be-cursed women were doing to me forced her down.

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

But I immediately suppressed the strange feeling and instead turned my attention to what he said. “Misunderstanding? You were there to take Maya. There's no misunderstanding in that,” I said. I took my hand back warningly and went straight to the other room where he said Maya was. But before I entered the room, I heard the two guys whispering and arguing at each other. “Elemental witches are crazy. There’s no way you could reason out with the likes of them, ” said the guys with blue hair. “Tsk. Stop generalizing them. Not all of them are like your witch,” the dark-eyed man replied in annoyance.

Branches whipped against their faces, roots almost made them trip, and distant voices of the witches whispered, cackled and tracked their scent. “Where to?” A Voice said cackling,their heads snapped back at once, the witch was floating above them some distance away from them ,Elena began to sob loudly.

So, I go upstairs and grab a few things while the guards watch them. When I come back down, I notice two things before I begin to torture them. The minute I walk back downstairs with a hammer, chisel and pliers, the witch glares at the warlock before closing her eyes and starting to cry. Can witches cry? I didn’t think they feared anything or even had emotions? Perhaps I will work on her first and see if I can get her to tell me something.

Magic itself recoiled. The witches knew. They had pushed too far. “She’ll kill us all!” one of them cried. “Retreat! Now!” They chanted in unison, their bodies beginning to shimmer, vanishing into vapor and smoke. Disappearing into the seams of the realm, like cowards slipping through the cracks. Olivia let out a roar that shook the mountains in the distance, but it was too late. They were gone. All of them. Only silence remained. Her wings folded. Her body trembled—not from exhaustion, but restraint.

Everything except the lit candles on two sides of the white ash were affected. Regan also remained unshaken, glaring at the witches intently. Suddenly, a loud scream broke out from among them. One of the witches fell back and dropped. Regan was certain she was unconscious. “What's happening?” He asked cautiously. But the witches continued to chant. Again, another witch screamed and fell down unconscious. And again and again, until the witches that were left chanting had reduced to just six. Suddenly, they all stopped. One of them turned to Regan with wide eyes.

They were massive, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light, their movements sharp and predatory. They attacked without warning. Screams filled the air as the wolves tore through the village. People scrambled to protect their loved ones, but their spells fizzled, powerless against the onslaught. “Why aren’t their spells working?” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “The witch at the entrance,” Simone said, her voice trembling. “She’s bound their powers.” The scene unfolded like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Families were torn apart, children crying out for parents who couldn’t save them. My heart broke as I watched the devastation, tears streaming down my face.

Trixie said, her eyes widen trying to figure out what the hell she just saw. The remaining witches went into attack mode, shooting energy bolts at Misty. She used her whip to deflect the energy bolts, swinging her whip from left to right. Trixie felt like she was looking at everything unfold in slow motion. The twins ran towards the witches, jumped into the air, flipped, Rayne appeared out of Misty’s back, and used her twin to push herself towards the witches. Rayne started swinging her whip as she flew through the air. By the time she landed, on the other side of the witches, they were just standing there with no expression on their faces. Then suddenly, their body parts began to fall to th