Ariel Witch Novels & Stories

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

He stared at her, and slowly—reluctantly—nodded. “I’ll follow a leader who bleeds for her people.” Other alphas stepped forward, one by one. Some offered oaths. Some offered soldiers. Others—like the Silverfang witches—offered something even more valuable: magic. But not all were convinced. --- The next day, Aria and Kade rode into the ruins of Virelyn—a forgotten city buried beneath layers of ancient war. Here lived the Wyrd Sisters, three witches older than memory. Only they possessed the spell powerful enough to bind Xarion’s godhood.

Ever since the situation with Dagon last time, as the Alpha King and Luna Queen, Ari and Max felt it was time for the werewolves to join forces in case something similar happened in the future. The witches and wizards all came, and I was standing with Jax next to Ari and Max as their Betas while the guests came to introduce themselves. I had thought about being mated to him and would tell him later on that we should become a couple first before he marked me. That should be the best decision for now. Suddenly, an Elder wizard came forward with a younger, beautiful witch. The witch was... breathtaking. She looked gentle, innocent, and rather shy, but not in a pretentious way like Abigail.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

I smiled weakly at Ariel knowing I’ve gone and got myself into something I won’t like when she does decide to make me honour our agreement. “Requests like, plural, one than one, wait” I said. It was too late. Ariel had already done it. “Whoa that was quick and how, isn't there some like voodoo mojo chanting and like hands waving and stuff”? I asked Ariel. “I’m not a witch or a sorcerer, I am not like you or the rest I am a sprite, we have our own way of doing things, I might be ancient by your texts but my methods are not”. Ariel said bluntly.

"Only high-level witches can do that." "Exactly," Arielle said. She remembered the whispers outside. Maybe the North wasn't as pure as Lycian thought. There were spies here. Saboteurs. "Let me fix it," Arielle offered. She raised her hand. Black mist danced on her fingertips. Sera gasped and covered her mouth. "Void magic!" "You are a witch!" "Shh," Arielle put a finger to her lips. "I'm a Glitch." "And I can untie knots."

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

If I would have known earlier, I could have did this along time back, she murmured at herself, this feels so good ," The mixture of the witch craft which she was laying on made her feel like the empress, made her feel strong with powers and full good yet bitter at the same time ." " She sighed with a response as she started chanting the mysterious spell , She chanted three times with a smile ,She relaxed when she didn't feel anything predicted will be happening to her body . But after some few seconds , the spell worked , Ariel felt funny and pain a little . She thought it was just an illusion , but a pain shot her womanhood making her to be alert, what the hell is happening? She aksed

“And you, dear one, are something we thought impossible – a child of both worlds.” I blinked. “I'm sorry, what?” “You are a hybrid, Aria. Werewolf and witch blood flows through your veins in equal measure.” Elara waved her hand, and the starlit void around us filled with swirling images. “And within you, your witch side has awakened. Her name is Astra, she is connected to the Moon Goddess herself.” “Okay, this is officially the craziest dream ever.” “Not a dream,” Elara reminded me gently. “Watch.”

Azraiel tries to work the timeline in his head. “Azraiel…I really think you should talk to Aunt Caitlyn.” Theo says to Azraiel. “Yeah.. I think it’s time.” Azraiel says grimly. He loves his Aunt to death but she can be scary sometimes. Azraiel turns towards Katya, “Caleb, the white wolf mentioned a witch who has been helping Richard. Her name is Alana. Does that name ring a bell?” Katya scrunches her brows for a moment and then Azraiel sees the realization dawn in her eyes.