Witches Cry Novels & Stories

Their eyelids widened in horror, guessing what the witch was about to do. "After this creature's death, no one can protect you, no more failures in my fairy tales." The witch began to tear Wiggy's butterfly wings very slowly. His eyelids were closed, his smile was getting wider, enjoying Wiggy's shrill pain, also the sound of soft bones being released that made a sound like a frond breaking as the wings were torn apart bit by bit. "Stop it! You hurt him!” Lillian screamed, trying to beat Wiggy's shrill screams. “Please stop! He could die!”

I gave him a look and he understood. Inside the cell block, the witches tensed the moment I walked in. They recognized who I was. An Alpha they shouldn’t have messed with. One of them raised a trembling hand, gathering power to cast a spell on me but before he could, I grabbed his hand and bent it till his bones came out of his wrist. His scream echoed and that was what I needed to get started. “I heard a rumor,” I said conversationally, as I walked in front of them, “that Crimson Witches fear turning into wolves more than anything. Always wondered why that is. I mean, it’s not like you can just turn into a wolf…”

witches are weak creatures, fragile like humans, they only thing that differentiate them is their ability to cast spells “Stop—please—" why was he begging, answering my questions would end the torture but he'll still died, I dropped the knife on the table and grabbed a hammer I knelt in front of him. Looked into his eyes. There was nothing in mine. No anger. No pity. Just cold. “The village,” I said. “What are the witches using them for?” He didn’t answer. I shoved the cloth in his mouth. The torturing room was deep underground, but there was that Lycan upstairs whom I sure would follow the sounds of the witch scream and come down here, the doll would break seeing this scene and I don't need

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

Her brown eyes penetrated Cassandra's, and she began chanting, never leaving Cassandra's fear ridden eyes. It didn't take long before her screaming filled the air from the unbearable pain she was feeling. Cassandra wasn't lying, she had spelled her memories, making it harder for us to get in and also making it much more painful for her. But what she didn't know was Krys was an all powerful primordial witch, she knew how to find a way around it.

But it was nothing compared to the great fear that had completely consumed me. "No-no-no!" My screams ripped through the cave, raw and primal. It filled every crevice of the space. "Luna!" The black eyes resemblance of my daughter tilted slightly, then smiled. I screamed again and again until my throat burned and my voice thinned into a broken rasp. Just then, light exploded around me. The contrast affected my eyes so much that I threw my arms tightly over it When I finally let go, I looked around, understanding that I now stood in the midst of witches.

When I looked up, they were already there. The witches. The ungodly creatures. They were now inside the stable, eyes glowing wildly, and their lips curled in cruel satisfaction. “Go! Run, now!” I screamed to Lyra. She hesitated for a second before moving. But before she could take more than one step, one of the witches raised a hand and whispered in an ancient tongue. The ground listened to her, and ice erupted from beneath Lyra’s feet, snaking up her legs and arms, until she was completely frozen, mid-run, eyes wide with terror.

She doesn’t have much time left. I was going to ask her who the ‘they’ she mentioned was but she continued. “These… witches are the ones masking their scents, making them blend into the packs without detection. We are being oppressed by these wolves, Please s…save our village” Tears fell from her eyes. “Who are these wolves you talk about?” Her eyes glowed white and rolled into the back of her head, a sign of her communicating with the spirits. she continued coughing up more blood.

Colors seemed to intensify, and the ambient sounds of the bustling marketplace momentarily faded into a distant hum. "Witch!" A woman's scream tore through the silence, a jolt of raw emotion that shattered the walls in my mind. It echoed with an urgency that snapped me out of my haze, an arresting sound that demanded immediate action, leaving lingering ripples of disquiet in its wake. "She's a Witch!"

I heard a panicked voice. "What is going on?! Kill him!" Despite my panic, I could see the fear in Caesar's eyes as he realised that his control over Aria was slipping away. "Don't fucking stand there and watch me! Do something!" He screamed at the witches. The witches scrambled to cast more spells, but it was too late. The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor with a metallic clang.