Animal Witches Novels & Stories

she asked, sensing his unease. Ethan sighed. "I'm not sure, Ava. There have been rumors of a dangerous alliance forming between a group of rogue wolves and a coven of witches." "A coven of witches?" Ava asked, surprised. "I didn't know witches were real." Ethan nodded. "They are, and they're not to be underestimated. They have the power to cast spells and manipulate people's minds." Ava shuddered at the thought. "What can we do to stop them?"

For a few moments, I thought she would run away from me. Although she is a powerful witch, even an ordinary wolf can snatch her life away when caught by surprise, let alone an alpha wolf. The witches’ bodies are not so different from humans; their physical abilities are the same; they can get hurt and die at the same rate if not for a healing spell of witches, but Agatha cannot heal herself; it is one of the curses of a white witch.

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

I try to open my eyes even more, Rex trying to help me as much as he can so I could gain my bearings but we are both weakened by the rejection process. I’m finally able to see more clearly, five dirty grey wolves, baring their teeth and snapping their jaws threateningly, in an attempt to make Alexandria waver from her position of protecting me, but she doesn’t budge. They look like rogues but they don’t smell like rogues, in fact, they don’t smell like anything, they don’t have a scent, what the fuck? Witches, they must be working with witches. “DEREK, GET THE FUCK UP” Alexandria shouts again and I barley choke her name out.

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

“However, I am more concerned with what the witches have planned.” “Ah yes, these mad wolves your people talked about. That is concerning, but are you so sure their intent is to attack us and how can you be so sure these wolves aren’t feral to begin with and the witches took them in as attack dogs?” “Because I knew some of them personally. They weren’t even close to feral. That’s not counting the smell either. They were all covered in the stench of witch magic.” “Ah, yes. I see. Well, we can discuss it further later. I’m sure now you’d like to catch up with your mother and get settled in. Once again, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

She howled in pain, her husband had broken her heart, and the heart of the pack. After the war amongst witches, wolves and humans, it was discovered that the real enemies are the humans, so the witches lived among the wolves, in harmony, they had no issues, they shared things in common, and helped each other in different ways, until something happened, a witch living among the wolves fell inlove with a human, whose number one priority was to hunt wolves for tearing his family apart, the witch, shared details with this human, who in return killed her and the wolves he could get, ever since then, the wolves banned the witches to stay on their own, never to be seen close to wolves again. No wol

I tried to touch it again but it was flying too fast. “Nen, is it a good idea to touch an unidentified flying object?” Ethan started, drawing me back to him with my elbow. “It’s not an object,” I said, rolling my eyes. Ethan gave me a look. “It’s not!” I continued. “Can’t you see, it has life? It’s…alive.” I said, reaching out to touch the moth-like creature. It came to me this time, settling on the tip of my index finger. It left almost immediately, flying straight to the exit of the garage. Then, it clicked. It wanted to come with! Finally, my witch powers were going to have some importance. I stood up and took Ethan’s hand in mine.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.