Witches Monsters Novels & Stories

He declared, and everyone standing next to them still. Witches. Alpha Martin got his bearing and sighed, ‘they came earlier than he expected’ He tore his eyes from the messenger and faced the warriors getting ready. “Wolves of Blood Moon Pack, today our pack has been attacked by the dark witches from the Outlands. We will do all that it takes to protect our family, our wife, sister, daughter, son, father, brother, and friend, who is with me?” His voice boomed all over the training ground and the warriors roared.

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

Others claimed that it was impossible that none of this was real, that their simply no way that monster could be real. That was till the killings started to happen then no one questioned it ever again and for years people were dying at the hands of witches, wolves, vampires, and so many other creatures. A wave of supernatural violence spread not just through ancient Europe but all around the world. There was thought to never be an end to the ritual like slaughters of humans all around the world until one man stepped up to the plate.

There's no fear in him, and his face signifies sinister. All of a sudden, the atmosphere becomes heavier, and soon enough, a shill holder dominates the whole realm. All village, all kingdoms, heard her cry of agony. Audra looks at Donovan once again, before they all disappear in a heavy mist of ice and fire. "In this realm, we are the so-called monsters. But now, I pity you, for the real monster has just been awakened." She whispers in the air, enough for him to hear.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

The witch chuckled softly again. “Oh, come now.” Her voice was filled with amusement. “Let’s not be dramatic.” Marcus turned toward her sharply. “What is it?” The witch smiled. “The first monster.” The words made the air feel colder. Callum blinked. “First monster?” Davian’s jaw tightened. “You mean before the ancient Alphas?” The witch nodded. “Yes.” Her red eyes gleamed with excitement. “Long before wolves had rulers… before packs… before the queen.” She pointed toward the forest.

"While that King sleeps in his high tower? While the man who framed you drinks champagne? They are calling you a child-killer, Aurelia. They are cheering for your death." I closed my eyes, seeing Kaelen’s cold face as he turned his back on me. I felt the slap from the Luna again. I felt the silver chain hitting my chest. The sadness started to drain away, replaced by a heat so intense it felt like my blood was turning into lava. "They think I'm a monster," I whispered. "So be the monster they fear," the wolf tempted. “Give me your soul. Let me into the cracks they broke in you. I will give you the strength to tear their world apart. I will give you the power to make them crawl."

"Promise me – if I become monster, you'll do what's necessary." "I promise nothing except to try." She smiled sadly. "You really are my blood. Stubborn to the point of self-destruction." The others began arriving. Sarah, writhing against Celeste's possession but present. Three Void Wolves, their corrupted witch magic visible like infected wounds. The five functional Lunar Witches, their distaste obvious but their presence committed. "Thirteen," Thorne counted. "Barely. This will either free Marina or destroy the Witch Realm entirely."

"Esh haTehom, anu kore'im lach, Tzlalei haChoshech, shimu lekolenu! Basar v'dam, anu koretim brit, Shed yakum, v'yignov et haOr!" The witches began to chant this over and over again, and the shadows as if the chant had bestowed on them intense adrenaline rush, creeped out of the walls with great enthusiasm, circling all around the witches. "Capture the monster! And, throw him back into the cell!" The Head Witch suddenly commanded, and I turned my head towards the direction of her gaze, only to find out that Orion had finally snapped off the chain, and was now in the shape of a werewolf. The amoeba wall monsters began to swivel their body around Orion, dropping and screeching loudly. I slowly

I speak in an low and sweet voice, that comes more like the voice of a psychopath. " We wanted to free the world from dragons and their reign. You are a Dragon mistress that's the same your ancestors did, help us make the world a better place " one of the dares to speak. I observe the three women, they are dressed in black lether , hair gray, skin pale green and I smirk. By creating this monsters they started to turn themselves in some kind of different creatures. They look like the witches from the old movies, who have flown on broomsticks.