Any Witch Way Novels & Stories

I groaned as I looked around, trying to determine if I recognized it. Of course, I have no fucking clue where I am. I gripped the handle tighter, taking a defensive stance as a ring of fire surrounded the clearing, trapping me in the middle. “Oh, have I reached the boss level?” I questioned. “SHOW YOURSELF, SHIT WITCH!” I shouted. “That is not my name.” Shit Witch scoffed as the flames parted. “I am Melania, the most powerful witch in the world.” She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted.

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."

I said. The drenched werewolf looked at me as if she was noticing me for the first time. “Who’s the bitch?” she asked casually and jerked a thumb at me. “She is here to call dibs on the Alphas,” Vane mocked. “And her name is Witch and she is a witch.” “Wait, didn’t you wipe out all the witches in Silver Crest when you were an Alpha?” the drenched girl asked Vane. Then it all began to click into place.

After all, one can never be too careful when it comes to the dark arts. Should the rogues dare to inflict cruelty upon the Packs, the witches shall unleash their dark magic with deliberate violence upon their foes. The werewolves, alas, are no match for the power of the witches. "I'll make sure the plan is followed the next time, Krisanta. It will not happen again. I swear." The hapless Beta Rogue had no choice but to acquiesce to the witch's command. Krisanta let out a derisive snort. Her piercing gaze bore into Yael's relaxed form, as if she could strike him down with just a look.

She screamed and battled to get out of the smoke, but nothing would help. The warted witch materialized next to the other and smiled at him. He snarled and snapped his jaw. She wagged her finger. “Oh behave, wolfie. We simply want Diana back.” Growling, Maddox crouched, readying himself to lunge at them. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. The best way to get rid of a witch’s spell was to kill the witch who cast it. He’d dealt with enough of these witches during the Wars and never found one to honor a deal. If he rushed off to get Diana, they would simply kill Camille and follow him.

Erica's eyes were closed, her lips were trembling as they mumbled some inaudible words and her face were already getting pale too. After a few more minutes, a loud scream left her mouth and she fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her body was trembling on the ground and after she seemed to regain herself, she looked around and hurriedly stood up. She had appeared into the room by creating a vortex but she didn't look like she wanted to leave by using the vortex again when she ran to the window. A vortex is a kind of teleportation method witches create by disappearing to the place they want to go.

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

a voice resonated, though the speaker remained hidden from view. "You acknowledge my status as Alpha. I desire an audience with the witches from the east," I stated firmly. "I understand. However, the witches cannot be seen simply because you wish to see them. Were you not informed that there is a price to pay to gain access?" the voice retorted. I recalled the information my beta had relayed about the witches from the South and the offer of their services in accordance with the value of the compensation provided. A mere bronze coin would elicit answers to trivial questions and fulfill minor requests, which they could discern from the recesses of your mind upon successfully entering their co