A Discovery Of Witches Trilogy Novels & Stories

There was something else too, something black and dull. "Honey," I whispered as I gently moved her to arms length. "I think I found something." She released me as I put my hands into the coffin. Pushing through the tiny skeleton I wiped away the rotted fabric. I found it! This was the witches' bottle that they sought. The power of an entire coven hidden away. The remains of a mother buried with her child.

Dead. Some witches hide with them as I catch their weaves being cast to signal it’s time to run deeper into the woods. I hear their footsteps crunching in the woods one by one disappearing. I’m torn about whether I should go with them or not. Suddenly more witch hunters appear. This time they had brought a damn army. We need to find a champion that can help us. I need to find the silver haired man. I need some fucking sleep. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I watch in horror as witch hunters surround three witches that were trying to protect our home. They cast spells but a noise that sounds like death screaming takes out their weaves. The hunters take large thick rattling chains and swing

I went to lunge in her direction, when the earth shook under my feet and as I turned Beta Winston ran in front of me, followed by Russ and Steve. My eyes shifted to Hera, her face contorted with anger as her words bellowed out, “sisters remove them.” I blinked as all three were lifted into the air and as 9 witches held their right hands up as if chocking them. My anger rose and I took a step, only for the ground to shake and the Moon Goddess herself stood behind me, but her scent was Amelia’s and my heart clenched in my chest. She shouldn’t be here was all I could think about as I heard the goddess’ voice boom out, “ENOUGH.” My eyes widened as the Goddess Hecate was standing next to her.

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 finally see her sorting books on a shelf nearby and walk over. “Did you find what you were looking for?” She asks while placing a book on the shelf. “I think I might have found something.” I answer and I handed her the newspaper with the article. She reads it quickly and when she was finished reading, she said “I remember when this happened. Both were beloved witches in the magic community. Your mom was good friends with Monica. Monica had a simple protection power and Lee had the ability to control the snow. They never did find out who killed them, but we always suspected it was witch hunters.”

he explained. “I overheard Freya give the orders to find me so that I can complete the project they assigned me.” “We can’t have those wolves any stronger or faster than they already are,” Ben barked. Hank’s eyes flew open as he bellowed, “Oh hell no!” Turning to Ben, Jasper worriedly added, “They want to kill all of the witches in the castle and their babies. Freya’s orders.” “Over my dead body,” Ben snarled. “Freya is the old wolf who was cast out with Lilith and Cerie, correct?” Hank asked.

Alpha Gordons stood up and started pacing around the room in fury. “Alpha, I stumbled upon a book in the Pack’s archive hidden by one of your ancestors and it was tagged Do witches still exist? The book was not there for decoration, there was a reason your ancestors must have kept it safe. I read the book in and out, and the information I garnered was too good to be true. Alpha, Witches still exist in our world today and based on that book, the author predicted that the few which exist would want to inhabit any land they come across.” The Pack doctor left the Alpha, SPEECHLESS.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“Chrysalis seems different because she is. Her difference lies within her blood.” “Go on.” I said. “Fuck.” He said like whatever he had to say was hard to say. He finally looked me in the eyes as he spoke. “She’s a witch.”

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.