Witches Cry Novels & Stories

She drawled and Edna cackled that godforsaken shrill laugh again. Needed to wash out her trachea too, what with that laugh? Must be a throat infection or something. “Come on, grab that duvet and let’s hit the other rooms while the girls are out, leave the roach for last when the hag gets her.” Crystal drawled and a throb started at the pins of my temples. The fuck? A hag? Hell to the no! There was a reason Werewolves and Witches did not mix, and I’d be damned if I was waiting like some impressionable young fox, for a witch to come to me.

In a split second, the witches' souls had returned to their respective bodies, trying to wake up Barbara's now lost consciousness. Right after the witches' thoughts were cut off and Barbara's mind was completely shut, the demon's soul returned in a single beat and attacked one of the witches out of anger. As soon as the witches opened their eyes, one of them fell backward and screamed very loudly. His eyeballs rolled upwards as his body slowly began to lift into the air. The other twelve witches started making things again, trying to help their comrade. However, they seemed too late. The poor witch's scream stopped suddenly, at the same time his body slammed onto the cave floor with a thud.

So one day he came there alone, when he had a fight with his brother and he heard that scream again but this time it was louder as though it was happening very close to him. So he followed the voice and climbed up to the house and saw about seven women that surrounded a little girl and was torturing her and making an incantation. The little Travis was so scared and he turned to run away and go to his father to report them but it was too late because one of the rules of the sacrifice was that any other eyes that sees them will cause their whole witches death.

The other witches exchanged worried glances, their unease palpable. “Is this normal?” I asked, my voice raised above the growing crescendo of wind and whispered incantations. Sariah's eyes widened, genuine worry etching lines on her face. “No, it’s not,” she said, glancing at the leader, who seemed to struggle with the spell’s growing intensity. The chanting witch’s voice changed, deepening into something dark and foreboding. Her eyes turned black, void of warmth, as she fixed me with a terrifying gaze. “I found you, little wolf,” she crooned, her voice resonating with malicious mirth.

She inspected her fingers, her smug expression melting away to confusion, and then finally, terror. Screams and gasps rang out around me as the other witches too found blood leaking from their eyes, leaving tracks down their cheeks. “You—” The witch sputtered, releasing a wet hack as blood began to flow from her mouth and ears. “You have no idea…what you have done.”

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...

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.

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…”

Her fingers shook as she lifted the lid. The garnet heart crystal inside lay in pieces. A gasp tore out of her before she could stop it. She reached for the shards and shut her eyes, searching for any thread still tying her to the elder witches in Nepal. Under her breath, she spoke the incantation and slipped into the eyes of one of the birds watching the breach. The creature was half-mad with fear, refusing to go near it. Even so, she saw enough. The elder witches were dead, and the breach yawned open behind them, wider than before, vomiting nightmare things into the world in a steady black flood.

I tell her. Loosening the air weaves enough for her to sit, I also release the elements holding the door closed. As the wall of earth moves away, the door falls completely off. They must have busted it off of the hinges trying to get inside. With my wall of earth there it could not move so they still were unable to get in. There are five witches standing in the doorway as I look up at them. They all stare at me with eyes wide when they see that Morden has been crying and I am completely unharmed. Smiling, I turn to Morden to see what she is going to say.