Animal Witches Novels & Stories

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

There was something far more powerful about her, to have this much power didn’t make sense. All the books I had managed to find described Witches as nothing more than creatures of the earth. Creatures that use herbs and potions. They were described as harmless. It didn't match Cooper and it didn't match Thalia. And if they are really harmless, why did Wolves like me and Xavi exist? The thick grey clouds that litter the sky above White Cliffs seem to be getting darker by the second. “She doesn’t like music?” I ask with a frown “She hates it. I don’t know why.” Indy mumbles

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

Siri 'continues as the greetings stop. 'We know this enemy'. A group of witches appears. 'We have helped our English sisters look in The witch's hammer for the trail of the dark enemy'. I do not understand why, but I know instinctively that this group is the Scandinavian witches. 'Who is the dark one ? Our job is to take care of those wolves. We have not received any alerts about a new enemy'. A witch in a colorful dress, from the West African coven, becomes visible. Although the dark woman speaks her own language, I still understand what she is saying. The astral plane we are all on had to have that effect.

Her stomach tightened at the sight of old blood stains. She knew her aunt, like most other witches, killed animals for power. Gail didn’t like it and refused to use the practice herself, but it was the way witches did things. Once, she had tried to talk her aunt out of using animals, but her aunt refused. It was tradition and the only way, in her aunt’s opinion, to gain a boost in power.

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

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.