Best Witch Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble, ALL Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark. Root of hemlock digg 'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab:

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

I said pulling three thick books from my bag and slamming them on the table. He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a bored expression. "You think the answer is in some musty old books?" he asked. "Trust me, I've looked." "Just listen," I ordered. "I spent hours in the Alpha's library trying to find something...anything about witchcraft. After scrawling through almost every book I was beginning to think I was going mad but then I realised something. The books I was looking through were stories and historical facts about the pack- not top secret information concerning magic. A long and exhausted story involving a thorough search for a key no bigger than my thumbnail later I had access to th

Geraldine questioned, her voice firm and unwavering. She turned to the rest of the witches, her expression resolute. “Susan consulted me earlier after Father Bosco left about the offer from the wolf girl, Yvonne, who happens to be the daughter of Catherine, the greatest witch in history—the very one we’ve been seeking,” she explained, a hint of satisfaction in her smile. Lucy gasped in disbelief. “What? And all this time, we never knew? How certain are you about this?” “I attempted to probe her mind earlier today, but something blocked me—a force of great power,” Susan admitted, her fist clenched tightly. “Only Catherine Brooks could wield such magic.”

The handsome Alpha really had a nice and warm side to I'm contrast with his I sat up abruptly and stretched my tired hands, a sense of determination filling me. I rolled up the sleeves of my nightie and tied my head into a bun as I turned to the book on the shelf that was under a camouflage spell. I needed to study the Book of Witch Mysteries because it was the only possible way I would be able to find my way around managing my dark magic. I walked over to my bookshelf and flicked my hand tiredly, I had been feeling weak and drained out. Once the magic spell was released and an ordinary looking book was changed with a light puff of cloud and I pulled out the ancient tome, running my hand ove

"We will need to pick her up quick. Not that I care if he has completed the mating with her or not because I would have her anyway and enjoy teaching her again to obey a male no matter what, but if we can grab her before he completes the mating that will be even better. It may even send his wolf over the edge and make him a rogue." We follow the scents, and they lead us to the clan leaders' home. We stand in the shadows and watch. It isn't long before I see Isabella come out of the back door, sit on the porch and open a book. I look a little closer at the book and notice that it is the small spell book I found near Isabella's mother when I found her after that Warlock leader had beaten and r

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

Diana said giving Stacy her books and a kiss on the forehead and went to lay down. Stacy ram up the stairs with her books, putting them on her pink bookcase and flipped through the books with pictures of the creatures. Vampires they had big long fangs, pale childlike skin and dark eyes it was said they didn't age at all, werewolves they were beautiful and they were strong and shifted, they had alphas and they were loyal, protective and it was said they only were around to make sure the vampires kept a low and didn't get out of hand. Then you had witches in some stories they were ugly warts, and they were mean creatures, in other stories that were beautiful creatures that had the most power i

Ignoring the way the brunette was trembling under her gaze, Levy placed her hand on the reception desk and knocked on it, realising that she could no longer ignore Levy, the receptionist raised her head and squeaked, “ Yes?” “ Books on dark magic, where can I find them?” Levy was just here for research purposes but the receptionist after hearing what she said looked at her as if she was going to turn into an evil witch then and there before cursing her like the witches in the fairy tales. If possible she wanted to sue those writers! Why in the world do they have to make a stereotype that all witches are bad and all fairies are good? She has seen fairies who would turn humans into pigs for th