Animal Witches Novels & Stories

Carmella didn’t seem satisfied with what Azora just said as she couldn’t explain if it was a person standing before her or a demon. Azora kept moving her mouth muttering words in strange languages which was called “elder” in the olden days when their were lots of wolf witches existing. Azora was one of the last wolf witches that ever existed in the clan, years back the coexisted with other werewolves not until the wolf witches started killing other wolves and using them to enrich themselves and increase their powers, when the wolves found out about this, they set a trap and got them killed, some ran away while some heed themselves amongst the wolves and pretended not to ever have any magic.

“Alright we’re here so let's begin.” She nods, opening the book. “So I know you are aware of Witches. There are a few full blooded witches who are very powerful beings. Because of how rare they are they live in New Zealand in a sanctuary that no one can touch. But, they are more of a subclass of creature rather than a species. They have procreated over time with all sorts of magical beings over the centuries so many people have witches blood in their lineage. The stronger the blood the more powerful they are. They craft potions and use grimoires to formulate the recipes, which you must have witches blood to do so. Some grimoires can’t even be read if you don’t have strong enough blood in you

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

Ansel's voice was barely a whisper, his usual commanding presence overshadowed by the shock. "Yes," Seraphina said softly, her voice carrying the heavy burden of truth. "The black witches from the northern part of Titanic Wave are plotting to use the blood of wolves to enhance their magic. They believe that by consuming the essence of the Alpha King, they can magnify their power to unprecedented levels." My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with fear and anger. "But why? What do they gain from this?"

She doesn’t have much time left. I was going to ask her who the ‘they’ she mentioned was but she continued. “These… witches are the ones masking their scents, making them blend into the packs without detection. We are being oppressed by these wolves, Please s…save our village” Tears fell from her eyes. “Who are these wolves you talk about?” Her eyes glowed white and rolled into the back of her head, a sign of her communicating with the spirits. she continued coughing up more blood.

he said. "I was born into a cursed circle," Bella said, her voice bitter. "We were cursed by the same moon goddess who created us all. Why? Just because a century ago a group of curious werewolves played with magic? And now, we're ostracized, cast aside from the rest of the world. Isolated from everyone and everything. And for the first time in a 100 years, a limelight was summoned outside of havens." She scoffed, her anger bubbling to the surface. "I'm tired of being judged for something I had no control over."

This harmonious coexistence between the two packs, characterized by mutual respect and camaraderie, had set a lofty example for others to emulate. In the wake of these transformative events, a nascent community of witches had found refuge in the southern reaches of Cold Mountain, drawn by the promise of solidarity and companionship. Under the leadership of the powerful high witch, Nirvana, they had established a sanctuary of sorts, a haven where they could practice their craft free from the specter of persecution. Collaborating with their newfound werewolf allies, they embarked on a journey of collective growth and prosperity, laying the foundations for a flourishing witch community.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”