Ariel Witch Novels & Stories

"So you're saying you're not human," Sarah asks the guys standing in front of her. No, we're not", they chorus. "_and you're not even just not humans, you're werewolves", she goes on. "What am I again?" "A witch", Jason says "The Witch Supreme", Lucas says at the same time. "So, my abilities are not because I'm cursed but because I'm a witch?" "You got that right", Jason says with a nod. "What did I miss?"

Theo said as he turned and left the room. Neil smiled behind him, watching his friend go to send out the guards to search for Amelia. She was close; he could feel it. Arielle was a simple witch. She spent her days watching the crystals, trying to figure out what the future held. She didn’t draw attention to herself, and she lived with a sweet roommate, Emilie. The crystals had saved her from detection many times. Just a week ago, she had seen the Daikon coming and she had been given the chance to hide along with Emilie.

She orders firmly. I chuckle at her false bravado and rise from my perch to begin my story. “Several years ago, an angel betrayed the Council and nearly destroyed it until a friend of mine, Mathias, stopped him. Unfortunately, the man had an accomplice. Her name is Marael. She was a witch who was killed and resurrected for nefarious purposes. The problem was that Marael lost her magic the day she died. Since then, she has made it her mission to kill her coven and set a plan to regain her powers.”

I turned to Gaia. “You once mentioned a cousin in the West whose help we can count on?” I asked just to be sure. She nodded. “Her name is Alia, High witch of the West”, she said. “She is a direct descendant of the Earth Goddess and a very powerful witch”, she told me. “She is highly respected by the witches in the West. And I am certain we can count on her support to stand against Arwyn and Alaric”, she said. I nodded at her words.

Lily repeated. "Yes." Ariel said. "That is also a different story that we can not delve upon right now." Ariel shifted her legs from underneath her and relaxed her posture. "Then there was Haddock. That was what the others called her, anyway. She and a few others were part of a group that specialized in protecting the balance between Humanity and the Supernatural. They also were followers of another deity, similar to the Witches." "Then there was Horace." A warm, yet sad smile settled on her lips. "The connection that formed upon our first meeting was... electrifying."

It froze the breath in the lungs of every wolf. A woman stood in the doorway. She was covered in shadows that moved like snakes. Her skin was the color of a grave. Selene. The Witch of the High Woods. She stepped into the hall. Her bare feet left frozen prints on the stone. She threw her head back and laughed. It was a high, piercing sound that felt like glass breaking in my head. She raised a gnarled hand. She pointed a long, black finger directly at Aria. “The sacrifice has arrived!” she screamed.

Both men are intently looking at me, waiting for me to give my command. But there isn't any. I don't know what to do. Ariel is the first one to step forward and speak. "Do we fight?" A cold shiver runs down my spine, seeing the fire burning within Ariel's gaze. The dragon-shifter has a soft spot for witches. I was a witch in another life, and therefore, the dragon-shifter cares about the magical people. Those beautiful eyes would fight for the death for them. "Don't you think the witches can handle themselves?" I ask. "They are powerful enough to travel between worlds—its possible for them to hide in the human realm if needed."

The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me. The way the wards had blinked. The way Morwenna couldn't read her mind. She was a witch. A Salem witch. The last of them. But I didn't know the family she was from. And I didn't care. I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt her. "Cressida." She didn't respond. Her eyes were still distant, still swirling with that pale blue light. The wings flexed, spreading wider, casting jagged shadows across the frozen floor. If I stepped to close I could be hurt.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

The magnitude of what they had witnessed left every mind reeling. Ryan stared at her through a haze of tears. He had watched her die. He had felt the soul-tearing finality of it. Yet here she stood, alive, glowing, and transformed beyond anything he could have imagined. Aria lifted her head slowly. The intense white light in her eyes softened just enough to reveal her gaze, a mesmerizing blend that was more than human, more than wolf, more than witch. She was all of them and something greater. The first Tribrid Sovereign. The child of prophecy made real. The Phoenix reborn, not as a bringer of destruction but as a force of renewal and unimaginable power.