Animal Witches Novels & Stories

All the while, I’m hating myself, but if I’m going to get out of here, I need to capture my captor. Witches are basically humans with magic. They can’t heal the way wolves can, which makes them weak physically. She is wrapped up in lust, perfect, as she throws her head back I wrap the chains around her neck twice and squeeze. “Austin! What are you doing?!” She gags. “Who are you?!” I whisper menacingly and squeeze tighter.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

Lynn explained truthfully and I believed him. What surprised me was the fact that she was a rare black witch and was also Aunt's disciple, which was a very commendable feat. Black witch. Why are there so many witches this days? Witches are rare species and they are very powerful. There were three species of witches, the scarlet witch which was the most powerful. They are not on good terms with werewolves, mages and other species because of their devious and cunning ways. The species that hated them the most should be the mages and the feeling was mutual because Mages are the only ones that knew their weak points and vice versa.

Through them, I discovered a whole new world filled with werewolves, dragons, and witches. The young wolves eagerly shared their knowledge with me, revealing that there were different types of witches - white, black, and red. White witches were allies of the wolf clan, while black witches were responsible for the death of my parents fifteen years ago. It was a painful reminder of the darkness that lurked within the supernatural realm. “Are you afraid of us?” one of the wolf children had asked her curiously, as they sat around a fire in the woods. I had shaken my head, smiling warmly at them. “No,” she had said. “Why would I be?”

The witches. It was only a theory, a gnawing suspicion that had been creeping into my thoughts lately. Strange things had been happening in the pack. Wolves had started acting strangely—aggressive, paranoid, and in some cases, they had gone missing altogether. Damian blaming Elijah for everything, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. The witches were known for their ability to twist reality, to manipulate emotions and cause fractures where there had once been unity. If they were involved, if they were behind this growing chaos, then I needed to figure it out. Fast.

) And another three thousand marched with me, Anton, Evanore, and Alora to face the witches. It seemed like forever but it only took us a few minutes to march across the portal to the region. The smell of burning houses and flesh filled the air along with screams of horror as souls were being fed on by phantoms conjured by the witches. Their warfare was quite simple. Since combating werewolves and Lycans would be suicidal, they created chaos and brought in evil spirits to do their dirty work. I unleashed the fury I had kept locked in for hours now and opened the portal back to the underworld, caging and sending the spirits into the burning abyss. Evanore formed a shield to protect us while t

The Doom Family. This woman belonged to that bloodline, her kind had been responsible for wiping away his ancestors, almost making other beings extinct. Alpha Lawrence growled deep in his throat not missing the surprise that shone in the woman’s eyes. The woman had been caught trying to resurrect a dead person with occult powers, she was a black Witch. A very powerful one according to his men that had watched her make the incantations by the river. Although weakened by age, witches were never to be underestimated. With only a few whispers they could have the entire earth collapsing on itself. They were very powerful beings and the scariest thing about them was their quiet, unsuspecting ways

“There weren’t always just one or two rulers, either. The vampire world was once led by five kings. One of them married a powerful witch named Nefia, a descendant of the Ambi witches." “Ambi?” I asked. “Yeah,” he nodded. "It derives from the Latin word ambidexter, which means right-handed on both sides. These witches were different. Most witches could only control one element, but the Ambi witches could control all four... fire, water, earth, and air at will. However, their power was not without consequences. They lived for only thirty-five years. On their thirty-sixth birthday, they just… didn’t wake up.” I stared, captivated as Val continued.

Time and space surrounding their immediate area seemed to slow to a crawl as the shadowy forms solidified into five women, the center of whom had raven dark hair and a tawny complexion. “Who do we need to kill, Wolf?” She demanded, the voice the same as the one in his head. “Humans,” he said, unsure of the good it would do. Five more bodies, even witchy ones, wouldn’t make a dent in this madness. “Spare the Wolves. They are…in pain.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than the three central witches’ eyes begin to glow, morphing between a purple and blue so bright it appeared white-hot. The air around them began to crackle, and an unseen force began to blow, kicking up debris and swirling