Beginner Witch Novels & Stories

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

She asked gullibly. "Lucia! You are a special being, born once in a century. You are more powerful than the head of the Witches, wolves, vampires combined if you harness your power properly." Her mother said and stopped a while, locking her hands in Lucia's who was listening with rapt attention. She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit.

Gail had to do something. Gail looked around her, picked up a stone. She held it in her hands and whispered a soft incantation. The incantation was child’s play but the little burst of energy would make it hurt just a little more when she threw it. Gail took aim at the first witch she saw targeting Bruiser and threw the stone as hard as she could.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

As i turn to look at them, they smile and move closer. "Hello!", says the younger of them, a wide smile across her face. "You must be the newcomers! I am Ethel." She extends her hand for a handshake, first to me and then to my sons, one by one as they say their name. The other two make their introductions as well. They seem really kind, and judging by their auras they must be witches as well. It didn't take long for them to confirm my thoughts.

she says. She drops her cutlery and cleans her mouth while standing up. Sarah can feel her excitement bloom so she also stands up. "Let's go pick your Petals of Power," Katie says as she waits for Sarah who is finishing up in a much slower pace. Her words make Sarah look up, "my what of what?" "Petals of power" she repeats. Sarah looks confused so she goes on to explain. "The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you."

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

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.