Witches Cry Novels & Stories

one of the men suggested. That is true, the only way out of the situation now is to find a way to escape before it gets worse. Just as we were investigating how to escape, I suddenly heard an ear-splitting sound. The men guarding me all shifted back to their human form and were the first to fall to the ground, writhing in pain with their hands tightly covering their ears. Oh, no! I read about this in history. Such ear-splitting sounds are known as the cry of a witch. Whoever was doing this must be a witch. But why?

Everyone around us started smiling and nodding in agreement and Wade smiled, “I would love to. The more time I get with my girls, the better for me.” He brought drinks out for all of us, then asked, “So exactly what happened that brought all of you together?” Taylor spoke first, “My very first excuse is I was raised by humans who just found me in their back yard as a newborn. Seventeen years later, I am walking in my back yard, I touch the fence and I’m suddenly in a strange room with a woman who looks a lot like me! I had no idea I was even a witch before that moment. She put shackles on me and told me to wait for my siblings. That’s how I found out I have siblings.”

Though, all of these, she never knew would be nothing in the face of greed. “Uh!” the witch gasped as she panted, as if slowly losing her breath when she felt that her chest was so painful and it was so hard to breathe. Her tears constantly streamed down her fair cheeks that were now flushed red due to crying, as well as difficulty in breathing. She knows that this was due to her nightmare which is stimulating all her emotions all at once. It was extremely uncomfortable, and very painful. Her entire body is trembling as if she would explode! “No… I don’t want… I don’t want them… not anymore…” the witch cried and sobbed as she suppressed the pain in her chest. Who would recall these bad memor

As I watch, she tears at the fabric with trembling fingers, nearly doubling over with every step. “It can’t be!” The witch cries out. She sounds as though she’s gone bad. “After all this time, I thought… I never believed it was possible–what is this?” The witch begins to sob, a great heaving fit of weeping that has her shoulders trembling and her veil nearly soaked through after just a few seconds. Every working eye on the battlefield turns to gaze at her in horror as she throws her hands up and presses her body against the ground in a clear sign of supplication.

Katrina cried causing everyone to move to the positions we had spoken about back at her house. The Witches were up front, I was within reach of them, and my brothers were behind us in case something went wrong. The Witches all put their hands on parts of my body, and faced their free hands towards Sage. “What, what….. are you guys doing??” Sage cried, but he was ignored as the Witches started chanting. “Di immortales non moritur: mors consumet. Sed contra nervo nectitur. Si converteris colligabit consequatur.” In unison and multiple times.

They looked exhausted. She wanted to reach out her hand and touch them. She wanted to tell them that she was alright. She wanted to ask them how they were. She wanted to say a lot of things to them and was sure they wanted to do the same. "What are they saying? Why can't I hear them?" Kyra said, turning to the three witches as the green mist gradually faded away. "We do not know what they are saying. We can only see them. We cannot hear them." One of the witches replied and Kyra frowned.

"What happened dear? Did his highness do something painful?" She asked. I cried even more. My lips trembled as I was feeling so alone that I couldn't even share anything. Being a witch wasn't normal at all. You had to make sacrifices and moreover it was hell scary. All the demons you could feel around, the skulls and moreover you would feel the negative energies revolving around. She patted my shoulder softly and pulled me in a softer hug. I hugged her back and closed my eyes. "I don't know why you are crying but trust me one day everything will be fine,"

I can't see what's inside, but Silvia begins to cry. Calla helps her sister attach little metal things that pinch the skin all over Silvia's body. When Euphenia flips a switch, Silvia screams in pain as her body convulses and she vomits. I smell burning flesh and feel like I'm going to be sick. Euphenia turns off the machine, and Calla takes the clips off of Silvia, who has passed out. The two witches turn to me with evil smiles. "That was on the first setting. For you, we'll put it on the highest setting. Are you ready?"

The air was heavy with smoke and the sharp stink of burning flesh, every scream cutting through me like a knife. I was stuck there, feeling it all, the sting of every flame, the gut-punch of terror, the shaky mess of not knowing what was next. “Stop!” I yelled at the witches, my voice rough and desperate, arms out like I could block their spells. “Please!” I begged the wolves, tears hot on my cheeks as I watched them tear into their prey. But nobody heard me. They kept going, falling one by one, witches crumbling, wolves bleeding out, and I dropped to my knees, crying hard, wishing I could make it stop.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. My heart clenched at the sound of that single word. “Yes, it’s me. It’s Mom,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.” But there was no time for reunions. Xenon and Vince were still locked in a fierce battle, their snarls and growls filling the air. “Cedrick!” I screamed, turning to him. “Do something!” Cedrick shifted into his wolf form without hesitation, launching himself into the fray. The three wolves clashed, a whirlwind of fur and claws, as I clutched Hyacinth tightly to me.