Witches Of Dathomir Riding Rancor Novels & Stories

The rival alpha crashed into the dirt but rose again, snarling, eyes feral red. Around them, Damien’s guards fought against rogues in brutal packs of two and three. Blood spattered the grass as jaws locked on throats, as claws dug trenches into earth and skin alike. A pair of rogue wolves soared overhead, using magic-enhanced leaps to crash down in unexpected places, scattering defenders. Inside the cabin, Analica dragged Ariana away from the worst of the fight, her magic shimmering faintly as a shield around them. Ariana’s breaths came shallow and weak, her human body unable to hold the strain of the White Wolf’s earlier awakening.

Prince Ron shouted, waving frantically. Alaric’s head snapped toward the voice. His weary eyes lit up when he saw Ron standing there, alive—with Thalindra beside him and an Enforcer carrying the real Earth Spirit. Hope sparked like a flame in his chest. They did it! Ron really brought Eron and Thalindra back! Ron rushed forward so he could talk to Alaric but before he could reach them, the rubble from the destroyed building shifted and a figure moved faster than light. Dareth closed in on Ron. His hand, which had turned into an enormous claw the size of an elephant’s, swept toward Ron, aiming to take his head clean off. He really hates this Witch! Even without awakening his powers, he was ma

Easy to kill anything in front- Another wolf emerged from the fog as I turned to look at the white one. All black. Menacing. The two circled each other. Crouched down into fighting positions. And just as they launched into battle, heat sang up my sides. Threatened to undo me. A single scream lodged in my throat. Brought me down to my knees. The heat spread. Became a fire that blazed too hot for my body to cope with. Joanne and Teagan loomed just past my peripheral vision. Both had blood dripping down their clothes.

she says as tears fill her eyes. The first one looks at me with wide eyes and stammering, "You're the Dhamphir? There's another one? How? When?" "Tsk tsk tsk," Anita says shaking her head holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "You're never going to get those answers." She grips him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet before singing her fangs in his neck. I grab the other one who seemed too stunned to move and drain him in seconds. I feel my strength restore and sigh with relief.

"I said no, I will get them to leave peacefully. But then you disrespected me…" The halfling paused. The silence was more upsetting by the moment, and the soldiers had already backed up unconsciously. There was something very unnatural going on. "Your Duchess has already paid the price. Now it is your turn." Ravenna's image melted from the figure before them as his eyes lit with a flame. Then the body also turned to fire as Gandr let loose a loud roar. "Monster!" "Demon!" "Run!"

Jarvis was once again aware of this since he charged right at us, his rogues following right behind. Everything happened very fast after that. Bones were snapping everywhere as wolves lunged at each other from different directions. The foul smell of rogue blood was almost unbearable. The witches managed to create another dome, but this one was smaller and it protected the women and the children. The women shielded the children’s eyes from the events unfolding around them.

Their eyes were dull, and their skin was a sickly gray. I grabbed the shoulders of a high-ranking warrior I recognized. His face was haggard, his hands trembling. “What happened?” I demanded. He coughed, a weak, rattling sound. “The witches... the dark enchantress... she is on a rampage. She’s taking them. She’s taking everyone’s wolves.” He gripped my hand with a strength that surprised me, his eyes wide with fear. “She is going to start the ritual here. She was holding two children...twins…”

The woman I first saw—Inadu, or her spirit—stepped forward again. “No. Not your child. Your fear. Your weakness. Your humanity.” I was trembling. “Why now? Why are you showing me this now?” “Because the storm is coming, Riya. And if you do not rise, you will drown in it.” A crack of thunder split the dreamscape. Flames surged up from the ash around me, and behind the witches, I saw shadows. Wolf-like, but twisted—elongated limbs, glowing green eyes, fangs dripping with black poison. Witch-wolves.

“Now die.” “I know that if a witch dies before a spell is completed, the spell breaks. And now you’ve made me angry.” His voice falls low. Just as on the day we freed him, Dagar summons his ravens. They surge like a crashing wave, swallowing the room in shadow. No one can see until the witch raises a familiar stone—the same kind Astra once held. Its glow cuts through the dark, and the ravens recoil, parting from her in fear. Fury twists Dagar’s face. He hurls the ravens against her, forcing them to strike. A few break through, pecking at her skin before burning into ash.

Her eyes glowed the same silver as the dreamscape she’d just left. The witches didn’t stand a chance. Lana lunged, tearing through the ring of witches with terrifying precision. Teeth sank into arms before spells could be cast. Claws tore through cloth and flesh. One witch tried to flee—Lana pounced, crushing her against the stone. Another begged for mercy—too late. When the final witch fell, Lana turned, panting heavily, her white fur stained with blood. Mochi lay crouched behind a rock, wide-eyed and untouched.