Witches Cry Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in terror. The Dark Witches.

Mama Mariah and the other witches who were with Elowyn started, scared but she motioned for them to not be afraid. The moment three witches grabbed Elowyn, their confidence cracked. Her hands snapped up and clamped around the wrists of two unlucky ones. A wet, sizzling sound filled the chamber. Acid poured down their arms like molten rain. The women screamed-raw, piercing, helpless. The RuthValis witches finally leaned back with quiet, knowing smiles.

“You don’t even care about me. Nobody does!” I blinked, caught off guard by her sudden outburst. “What the hell are you talking about?” She sniffled, her tears now flowing freely. “The witches… they locked me out. And now I’m all alone! And hungry!” Her voice cracked as she buried her face in her hands, sobbing dramatically. I sat back on my heels, staring at her in disbelief. “Witches?” “Yes!” she wailed, her voice muffled. “Three witches! They’re evil!”

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

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.

“Don’t start crying now, traitor…” He sneered. “Witches like you don’t die easily, we all know that.” Another leaned in close, spitting on my side. “Bet you’ll scream just like those rogue bastards we will be gutting in their sleep. Can’t wait to hear it.” I kept my head low, blinking away the sweat and smoke stinging my eyes. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Someone from the crowd screamed, “Let her feel what our Alpha felt!”

Her face paled as she wanted, no needed to get out. Freda appears in the living room. “Ivy fear not you are a witch too. It is in your blood.” What are you even talking about am I in a family full of crazy people I.I. I don't even understand what do you mean? A generation of witches that makes no sense. Science is real witchcraft, it’s not. You’re not making any sense. I can’t even believe you or. I’d expect this shit from William. Not you. Also, I don't understand and why is my dad passed out on the couch what did you do to him?”

Their dark robes shifted and swirled as though caught in an unseen wind, the power simmering in the air almost tangible. Each of them held their gaze upon the vision in the crystal ball, watching intently as the image of Alora appeared—frail, broken, lying on the cold, hard floor of the dungeon. She was crying, her tears glistening in the dim light of her prison, and the sight sent a ripple of anger through the room. The witches exchanged glances, their faces twisted in a mix of fury, frustration, and something deeper, perhaps regret. The tension in the air grew thicker as the emotions of the coven rose.

His scream sends birds fleeing from nearby trees. "They—they never told me!" he sobs. "Just that... just that they needed pure souls. And now..." His breath hitches. "One of them said they only need a few more." A cold breath is uniformly sucked in around us. The implications settling over us like a shroud. That means... Whatever nightmare the witches are brewing, they're nearly ready to unleash it. "That's all I know. I swear that's all! I told you. They don't really tell me much," Thomas sobs.

I could feel the immense magic it carried and the air around charged with a force I couldn't explain. "She's waking up," Zeriyah half-yelled, and a few more witches joined the circle around Sheila. Sheila was writhing in pain and she began thrashing on the ground, her lips releasing a sharp scream that caused a roar in the dark sky, and the earth quaked with force. The chants rose to the sky, and Sheila released another scream that tore up the sky, causing a blood rain. She kept thrashing on the ground as Zeriyah, Valerie and the witches tried to contain her outbursts.