A Discovery Of Witches Novels & Stories

I cried and tried to get out of his strong grip, but it was impossible. "I just want to hug her goodbye." I pleaded but he was not budging. "Dec please, I'll just only watch her leave, I promise not to touch her." Tears streamed down my face. Declan had heard the news of a congregation of wolves and a coven of Witches joining forces to find our daughter, they did not know her, but the person they had described was exactly my daughter. A Witch had seen a vision, something about the prophecy and those that were against would do anything to prevent it from being fulfilled. I did not understand it, but somehow my daughter was in the middle of it all and her life was in danger.

The werewolf community was ravaged by a deadly and swift-killing virus, and it was in the desperate throes of this turmoil that the witches revealed themselves, offering their healing arts and promising a cure. Unbeknownst to the kingdom, however, the witches had orchestrated the outbreak themselves. The virus was their creation, a sinister ploy to lure the desperate werewolves to their doorstep, where they would emerge as saviors and seize control. They had indeed come close to achieving their malevolent aim, as they resided within these very walls, surrounded by an arsenal of medicinal knowledge and power. But fate, as it often does, had other plans. It was the astute alpha king of that ti

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

OLIVIA’S POV I received the warning from the shadows—fragmented whispers that witches advanced on our territory, their numbers growing. It wasn’t a dream or rumor; a snitch slipped in a coded message only I could decode. A war of magic and bloodstone wasn’t just prophecy—it was a dark destiny whispered by Elder Alyosha years ago. I remember dismissing those words once, eager to step into my new role as Dominic’s Luna. But now, as I sensed the witches gathering, his prophecy echoed with chilling clarity.

I could feel it coiling in my veins as if it were my own. We had barely a day to breathe after Nathaniel returned from his scouts' run. The witches were coming. Not just any witches—the daughters of Witch Inadu, long-thought extinct, buried beneath the centuries of peace. But like rot under a perfect apple, they had waited. And now, they were marching for our gates.

This will take forever! Yasmin warned him that witches are devoted researchers who love to write down stuff and keep it in the archive. They have a board that features top-ranking witches based on who contributed the most content and also rankings on the most popular books. It’s a serious competition. Their archive contains personal diaries, musings, funny moments, as well as information on monumental events, research, and recipes for making anything from relaxing teas and mouthwatering desserts, to deadly potions, and they also have instructions on spellcasting and historical documents.

AFTER confirming the witches’ location, I did not waste time anymore. I kicked the steel gate of the two-storey house where the witches had been hiding and immediately set their hideout on fire. I heard them shriek. The furious warriors broke the door. We found the witches in the middle of casting their spell, all of them were sitting on the floor. They formed a circle and were holding each other’s hands while chanting but Jonathan and Damon were quick to throw their swords at the witches’ heads.

After a few hours, I plunge then took into semi-darkness, leaving only a small light on, and slip under the covers. I glare at the book. "Very well! It's just you and me!" I lean against the headboard and put the book on my lap. What I discover is fascinating. It's a collection of handwritten accounts of witches of all ages. The oldest dates back to the Middle Ages. The writings are indeed originals. I touch them with deference. What some witches experienced in discovering their gift seems to reflect my own emotions. I'd never thought I'd read so much in one day, but I identify with them so much that I forget the time.

Something about then rang to her as untrustworthy. The witch trials were murder hidden in lies. The witch trials were still running hidden underground in the old church tunnels. It was not that this was common knowledge, but Marie had lost her family to the continuing trials. Her mother, her sisters, and her late husband. Warlocks did not get accused of crimes of witchcraft like the witches did. Warlocks often survived but Maries husband Johnas took her place as an accused to save her and their unborn child.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.