Witches Cry Novels & Stories

As few more minutes passed and we heard a cry. I stood, I didn’t know what I was feeling. It was a mixture of excitement and fear. Another cry could be heard. Then the door opened, and the witch came out with a huge smile on her face. “Alpha, you have two healthy boys.” A smile broke on my face then a lone tear escaped my eye.

His lips were really close to Catrina's when a pop sound was heard and not too long after Rudolf went crashing into the wall, you can hear his bones breaking. The twelve people pop up at the end of the city. Saphira took a strand of Catrina's hair covered in blood, she placed it on the ground and all three witches held their hands and scream" locandendere” the hair glow then went up the sky flying away. The wolves transformed and the witches cast a spell which will make them invisible as they hop on their back. The wolves chase the hair.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

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.

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi