A Discovery Of Witches Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Leith insisted. "I already have that covered." I said through gritted teeth. I didn't like his implication that I wouldn't do all I could to find my mate. "So where do we go from here?" Leo asked. "Black Witch Mountain coven." I stated flatly. All 5 men looked to me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had at this point I didn't know. I removed the paper from my pocket that Hope had written the spells on and slammed it to the desk top beneath my hand. Then, I pushed it towards Leith. He picked it up and began reading it. I could tell he knew it was Hope's handwriting.

I whispered the unlocking chant, letting my magic thread through the ancient markings. The tree creaked, split open at the base, revealing a staircase made of twisted roots and bone. With one last breath, I wordlessly and calmly walk down the stairs. The chamber beneath the forest was round, lit with torches that burnt green. Smoke curled through the air, heavy with herbs and deceit. There were at least twenty witches, all hooded, seated in a circle around a sigil carved into the dirt. And at the center… Aretha. Famous runaway powerful sorceress whom Hailey had repeatedly warned me about, Audacus’s greatest ally, lover and weapon who got intimate with both genders as a bisexual being. My vo

I closed my eyes, hoping for sleep to come and it took its time before it eventually overcame me. When I woke up in the morning, I turned to face Aurora but I found out that she was not in bed. Her side was freshly laid, like she had not slept on it. Confused, I got up to my feet to look for her around the suite but she was nowhere to be found. I felt something strange overcome me. What if she was lost? I frowned as I headed outside to check for her but she was not in the hallways. I tried to call out for her, but there was no reply. Still panicking, I headed downstairs to look for her and there, I found a group of witches standing over something. I paused to stare at them, thinking that it

There was so much about witches I didn’t understand. Dee continued. “The book developed a will of its own. It could choose its bearer—one who was worthy. Many sought it, but during the War of Shadows, it vanished. We all believed it destroyed… until the day Princess Helen found it. Days before her arranged marriage, the book appeared and showed her the future. She ran away—returned pregnant months later. Her children were mixed-blood: Kara and Leigh. Helen’s father locked her away, calling her cursed.”

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.

I have texted my father that I will skip training for tonight and told Collins that I am in desperate need of rest. All my fantasies about her being a good person, a perfect example of beauty and modesty, shattered in an instant. She could be an ice-cold killer and abusive of her powers. Then I remembered the fine hues of different colors that appeared right before Maria used her magic and it settled on her. I had confirmed at that moment that witches were real and the Keepers were really fighting this underground war for a long time now. My father’s lessons about the witches started to make sense.

Dr Lesley and the young nurse couldn't help but be swept up in the witches buoyant mood, joining in the conversation with equal enthusiasm. It was late when Merlin made her way to the third floor, quietly letting herself in and shutting the door. She turned, crashing into Zeke’s hard chest as she cried out in surprise and stumbled backwards into the door. His arms were instantly around her, pulling her against him as lowered his head and captured her mouth with his own.

There came two other witches to help. "why did you come?" Lucy asked and they smiled walking forward. They all walked with a sense of belonging, thinking they are all powerful. "You looked like you really need back up, so we came" Their last words hasn't ended when Abel buried his hands in one of then breast pulling it out. The second witch attacked but Abel held her head down bitting her in her throat which he pulled out fiercely. The first witch was the struggling with the pain of her lost breats when Abel started licking a heart turning back to face Lucy. Both witches slouch dead. Lucy drifted backwards entering into a portal immediately before Abel could run to her.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

I tightened my grip on Giofré’s hand beside me before the feeling of his grasp suddenly diminished. Fluttering my eyes open, I felt the whole sensation of my body—cold and drenched from the rain. I was lying on the ground, feeling the mud covered my side. My vision was blurry and as my eyes started to adjust, everything became clearer. I witnessed the scene unfolding in front of me; the witches holding each others’ hands while chanting the spell, the wild wind brushing on them as they tried to prevent the dark soul from nearing them. Then suddenly, Lucas and Weston came running to their side, holding the gemstone as a witch took it.