Witches Vs Vampires の小説・ストーリー

I took a side step towards the door, ready to run at the first sign that they would fight, it may give me a chance to escape, depending on how many of the creatures were waiting outside. My pulse increased when silence fell, not sure what I should do in such a situation, I had never witnessed a vampire fighting another one of their kind, though it was not unheard of. In fact, it occurred more often than a vampire having to fight a witch, but that may have something to do with fear. Witches knew their place within the hierarchy, where we stood in the great scheme of things, there was no need for us to fight, no sense in it. It only happened when a witch rebelled or did something out of line,

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

" What's the difference, they're all bloodsucker." " There's a difference!" He exclaimed," A newly bitten vampire can't control their hunger which made more like a killing machine than just bloodsuckers. The vampires sent to you the night before, weren't there for your blood. Instead, they were there to kill you which explains the witches part..." Again, after clearing one doubt, he created another. " What witches have to do with that?" I questioned him while hoping to receive a clear response. " If witches hate something more than vampires..."

Melissa crossed her arms beside me, clearly not buying any of it. April stepped forward, her expression unreadable, her presence suddenly commanding. “I didn’t ask for this,” April said softly, but her voice carried through the hall. “But I won’t run from it either.” A pulse of power rolled off her as she closed her eyes. Subtle but undeniable. It wasn’t like vampire magic. This was older, deeper, something that made your bones hum and your skin prickle. Two races knew about the witches. They were more powerful than vampires and werewolves. In the past, the witches had sided with us, the werewolves and helped defeat the vampires. Now, I had no idea.

He stands up and howls in front of wolf Soga’s dead body. In the epic clash between Gale and the Betas against the werewolves and ogres, it was clear that victory was within reach for the combined allied forces. With a stroke of strategic brilliance, the witches unleashed their formidable powers, tipping the scales even further in favor of Gale and his allies. Sensing defeat, the vampires wisely retreated from the battle, recognizing that they stood no chance against this overwhelming force.

This complex code keeps most witches loyal to their covens and traditions, shaping a world where magic is both revered and feared, and every practitioner is responsible for the path she chooses. Then you have the vampires. Only surfacing at night among human towns, they slip through shadows, searching for their next prey—whether it’s given willingly or taken by force. Not all vampires are bloodsuckers, though. Some prefer to drain energy, feeding on your vitality and willpower until you’re left a hollow shell, withering away to nothing. But no matter their method, vampires only emerge when darkness falls.

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. So they're all real? And they're living among us, like human beings? "You see, werewolves are scary. They are thirsty for blood and hungry for deaths. They are dominating and ruthless, as you can tell. They wanted the vampire dead but fortunately, the leader of the witches led his group and helped the poor vampire escape from them. They treated him like their own kind. They were nice to him and even taught him some good spells." She smiled as if she was reminiscing good old memories.

A quiet murmur ripples through the room. Eleanor’s serene expression doesn’t change. “The gods maintain balance. The more powerful the creature, the lower its reproductive rate usually is. And races with longer lifespans have it worse.” She smiles faintly. “And witches, you see, can live for a very, very long time.” Her fingers gently tap on the table. “Still, despite the small numbers, witches are powerful enough to effortlessly dominate werewolves. Where wolves rely on physical strength, witches command the elements, nature, the very fabric of the world. They bend the rules of science and reality.”

In the Old World, there consists of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, and Humans, who all lived in peace. It was euphoric until a time when Witches and Wizards cease to exist, as nature would want it, thus, giving birth to a revolution from the Vampires' side. The most powerful of all the Vampires led the war that torn apart the barrier, separating all of these creatures. Humans: they were the first to drown in the ruins of the war. The Vampires wanted nothing but to rule over all that was created by nature.