Beginner Witch Novels & Stories

Wilma didn't want to be tied to the Witches community without knowing much about them. "For beginner Witches, you can still learn spells because we do have a spellbook for Witches, but only up to middle-magic spells. For high-magic spells everything is stored in the Witches Coven." "I think I'll study before entering the Witches coven. I don't want to embarrass myself because I'm a complete novice as a Witches."

He likely didn’t realize it, but Ezra flinched, instinctively taking a step back when our eyes met. “You… you’re the witch?” he rasped, swallowing thickly. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and for a fleeting moment, I imagined tracing it with my tongue, just as I used to. Heat coiled through me, but I clenched my teeth, forcing the desire away and dragging my mind back to the present. My smirk spread into a full, predatory smile. “Oh yes. Yes, I’m the witch.” “Who are you? What do you want? What have you done to Annabelle?” he demanded.

I walked in to find Beta Winston sitting there reading and all the books on the table were about witches. I sat down and took one about their aging and cultivation of their craft during each cycle of their lives. It was interesting to find that their craft begins at the age of two and continues to manifest itself throughout their entire lives, the older the witch the more knowledge and expertly they wield their craft. Their aging process is like a human’s until they reach the age of 12, then it slows considerably, making them look extremely young for decades. I did find a few things that can render a witch helpless, the valerian puts them to sleep, but there is also something about the da

I rubbed at my temples, hoping to relieve some of this headache. "Right, let me start at the beginning," she said, dragging a chair over by the bed. "I'm a witch, a spell casting, potion making witch. We're trained by our coven after high school. That's why I didn't go to the same college as you, Raya. Anyway, after 4 years of training we hold a graduation ceremony where we show our skills to all alphas in a pack in need of a witch. From there the alphas put in for which witch they want, and then we can decide which pack we go to if we get multiple offers. I had a few, so I chose this pack because they were closest to you. Plus the pack itself has a unique ability that I liked."

Dozens of women filled the space, all in white, their eyes sharp and assessing. The tall witch from before raised her hand. “This is the child of the goddess,” she declared. “Here, she is not Aurora. She will be called by the name the goddess gave her.” After the gathering, training began almost immediately. “Balance,” one of the witches ordered. Her tone was calm but firm. A narrow beam stretched across the forest floor, slick with dew. Mist curled low, wetting my skin as I stepped onto it. Each step made the wood shift beneath me. My arms stretched out, my knees bent slightly. Halfway across, my foot slid.

“Too much of it. Until you learn control, you are a danger to yourself and others. We must start small.” She began pacing, explaining as she went. “Each witch has a gift, a strand of the great weave. Seeing the future. Speaking to the dead. Brewing potions. Crafting charms. In rare lines, creation, nature, fire, water, air. Never more than one. Not since the Originals.” Aria listened carefully taking in everything she had to say.

“What do you mean?” “Pour the power of Witch Origin into your body and reshape the colossal cultivation.” Alex explained, “I have endured the spirit of the witch origin of the nine Ancestor Witches, so I can sense the Witch laws! You will become more powerful after reshaping the Witch body and taking the Ancient Path!” Phoenix’s eyes gleamed. “How do I do that? Is the success rate high?” Alex glanced at Whitey. “Whitey, do you want to go out first?” Whitey purred, “Meow—?”

“You mean it won’t be easy.” She shook her head. “Witches are tricksters. They’re slippery and sly. They can teleport, change their appearance, and even move their entire homes with the snap of a finger. If you make an attempt and fail, the witch will come after you with a vengeance unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” The warning hung heavy in the air. Nathan, who had been silently listening, finally spoke. “So, if we do this, we have to get it right the first time. No room for errors.”

Then she heard a voice, laughing beside her, she turned around, seeing a witch, but these witch looks different, so damn different, her eyes were of two different colors, her hair replaced with tentacles, she held the pentagon in her hands, her teeth looked bloody, the witch looks different from the others, because she never stood on the air with a broom, but she stood on the air, all by herself, "Come fight me if you can" The witch said, throwing her a spell on her hands, Angelina dodged it, raising her hands up to the sky, she waved her both hands, commanding the air to free the witch where she stood, she was an air bender. She had figured out her element the previous days she had been tra

Something sharp and calculating and cold. "Yes," I said. She blinked. "What?" "Yes. I am a witch." She stared at me and her face went pale and her hands started shaking. "You admitted it." "I admitted it." "You are a witch." "Yes." She laughed and the sound was sharp and broken. "They are going to burn you." "They are not going to burn me." "They are." "They are not." She stepped closer and her voice was low. "They are going to burn you like they burned the others. They are going to tie you to a stake and light the fire and watch you scream."