Witch / Wizard Novels & Stories

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

She led me to my bed, and we both sat next to each other. “Sophie. Are you mad at me? At us?” She asked. “Of course I am!” I admitted, furrowing my brows. She chuckled, placed her fingers on my brows, and fixed my furrowed eyebrows. Like she’s flattening it. “You know witches are only girls, right?” “Well. I just read that in some folktale books. Warlocks are men, and witches are women. If warlocks even exist.” She nodded, “They do. Just far from our world.”

How could one be living in the eclipse pack without the triplet's knowledge? Wizards were ancient creatures that went extinct. According to legends and myths I've read and heard, a Wizard was a powerless werewolf with a reincarnated spirit in him. The spirit valok was a powerless spirit that possessed werewolves immediately after they were born, taking away their werewolf powers. It would move from one host to another every 100 years and its host would be immortal as he or she would not die until it is exactly 100 years. In the past, due to their immortality during that 100 years and the wisdom that came with being possessed by this ancient spirit, Wizards were considered mini gods and were

“Once upon a time, there was Tara and Terra. Twin creations of the universe, separated by simple tethers of shadows and light. One world holds the realm corporeal, or body, the other the realm espiritu, or spirit and magic. When things are balanced, both sides feed one another, care for one another, and flow in harmony.” “But there are creatures that crave chaos and find power in a world unbalanced. These creatures: the warlocks, and the daemon,” she starts to explain, using her hands to demonstrate as she spins her tale with words and images, shining balls of light swirling around one another to state her case more clearly. “They are who drove me away.”

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

Green as spring and just as wild. My chest constricts. My pulse hammers. The wolf inside me prowls, restless and snarling for release. Ours. The word rips through me, raw and fierce like a growl. I grit my teeth, fighting to keep the beast inside. No. No, no, no. She can’t be here. This palace is meant for the powerful: royalty, lords, and chosen delegates. So why is a witch like her striding beside the High Witch herself?

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

' The last part was whispered but perceptible none the less. 'Ha ha ha!, your guards and the patrol men don't even detect the wizard when he crosses the borders. Do you remember the first time he made an appearance? There was a freaking trained werewolf at the door, the door Ryker. But he still got in! ' I threw my hands in the air as the last two words dissipated in waves into the space. 'Tamara why won't you calm down. ' He urged, making a step towards where I stood. 'No! ' I stretched my palm in the air to stop him from making another move towards me. 'Your role as my mate will not stop the wizard from fulfilling his heart desires. It will take more than a weak alpha to stop a powerful wi

Alfred said with a smile, and Davies cut in. “I said it. Mrs. Sarah is a witch!” Davies said. “Why would you talk like that? Don’t you know the discrepancy between the two subjects?” Alfred said. “I don’t think there is any discrepancy between a witch and a magician,” Davies said, and the other juveniles nodded their heads in affirmation. “Alright, let me burst your bubbles. A witch uses her power to kill and destroy while a magician creates, builds and saves. In a layman’s language, magicians are creative…,” Alfred said, and the juveniles cut in.

Elliot shook his head, “Hell no. I will not risk you getting caught too.” I cast a protection spell on both of us and teleported us to the ladies. I cast a protection spell on all of them and smiled, “I’m here to get you ladies out of here. Everyone hold hands and we can go to our place first.” All of the ladies held hands, and I asked, “Ready?” They all nodded and with a nod of my head, we were back at our place. The ladies all looked around with a gasp and one asked, “What are you?” I smiled, “I am a werebear, a witch, a werewolf, and a dragon. This is my dad, Wade. He is a Werebear. My mate, Elliot, is a werewolf and dragon. Are you all human?” Out of fifty women, all but fifteen raised t