Witches Cry Novels & Stories

her eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Just then Crystal was on the dinner table, standing on her feet. With a whistle she called Pidge who turned her face to see the little girl. "Crystal! Oh my Goodness...please come down at once...you will fall." Pidge quickly strolled to the table and asked her to come out. It was that moment when all the witches stood at the back, crossing their hands to their chest and Crystal sniffled as her nose crinkled. Then the colour of her eyes changed into a twinkling blue pearl and suddenly she jumped off the table shifting to a little wolf.

I begged the witches. "I can't take it any more, please; I beg you," I pleaded with them. "Please, please, please! Ahhhhh!! You're killing me!" I screamed. "Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh!" I screamed. I screamed till I couldn't scream anymore; my head felt like it was going to explode. "I'll kill you all," I threatened the witches. "I'll rip you to shreds and feed your remains to the dogs," I growled.

Entering Dzhimara castle wall, cries of civilians with some turning into wolves fills the morning air. Huge wolves ran towards Eve and her entourage. Seeing the witches, she finally understands their hand sin the attack so Eve threw them towards the hard floor and stalls nearby. Everyone was scattering around them, running and pushing each other for the safety of their own. Cries of horror was so adamant that for a moment, it brought smiles to Eve’s face. Her eyes shifted from red to her natural blue.

I could hear her feet on the floor as she tried to get up, but two of the witches grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her back down into the chair. I watched as they began chanting again, this time louder than before. The room was filled with smoke and a red light that was so bright it hurt my eyes. The chanting got louder and louder until it was almost unbearable. I felt like my head was going to explode. Then there was silence, except for the sound of Catalina’s sobs. The witches were all standing around her now, looking at each other with smiles on their faces. They were smiling, but I didn’t know why. What had just happened? Catalina looked like she was in shock. She was shaking and

" She says to them, and the three witches hold eachother's hand, touches Addie head, and they scream, but hold on. "She is fighting us, strong -- " Blu chokes out "Pain, betrayal. . . . .betrayal." Lola says with so much effort. They say nothing, obviously trying to search deeper into her mind, when she opens her eyes, my grip tightens, and she screams at the witches "I SAID NO!" With that, they all fall backwards, with a huge force breaking the walls, and the witches pass out, but I hold on to her hand, never letting go.

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!”

“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.