Books About Witches For Adults Novels & Stories

She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

“Draven’s father despised anything non-shifter, so you won’t find much about witches here. But the elders might have hidden a few things away, if they ever kept such records.” I thanked her and turned toward the Moon Goddess section. Most of the titles looked more like moral guides than history or myth, but two leather-bound volumes caught my eye. They had more wear on their spines, as though they’d been read and reread, and their titles hinted at a broader scope. ‘Moon’s Blessings and Shadows,’ and ‘Forgotten Paths of the Goddess’. Tucking them under my arm, I headed for the door, taking one last look around at the quiet library. It wasn’t much, but I had a feeling these books were the best

“They do. Witches have all they need to practise magic. Whatever isn't in Woodhidge is not even needed for... uh … what's relevant for their craft, like you said.” “I thought witches highly regarded their spells and culture," I said to Mum, trying to drill information from her but also being careful so she wouldn't become suspicious. “I have told you this before and I will tell you again. Magic is beautiful and all that, but it can be dark and scary and no one ever wants that. Some spell books were burned many years ago and a whole lot of them were lost forever.” Oh my goodness! This could mean that the Lunarry spell was gone for good. This can't be happening!

“No interrupting, I said! But yes, Dad did know. I am just going to come out with it—we’re witches. Not like ride-around-on-broomstick witches… like cast spells kind of witches…we have powers.” Finally stunned speechless, I sat quietly, trying to put the pieces of my odd life together with the information I’d just received. Alex eyed me warily then nudged Stevie. She sighed, then asked. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to say to all this, Stevie. Alex, Chase—are you both witches?” I asked. Alex and Chase both scoffed then pinned me with a glare. “We are not witches. We are warlocks. Only women are called witches, Ry,” Alex responded haughtily.

Lucien began to swing us, “well for one I am now alpha. My inner wolf knows this and will produce at least one heir. Two, you have witch blood in you making it 10x more likely that all of our children will all be wolves. I blinked, “did you say I have witch blood in me? Are you crazy?” Lucien chuckled, “sometimes I think so. Your aunt had a gift with herbs and she was able to communicate with us in our wolf forms. She sensed you had powers but doubted you were ever told about them. Her sister your grandmother thought the gift was evil.” I swallowed, “I have no powers, I have no talents at all.” Lucien shook his head, “it’s not about powers, it’s more about talents. She couldn’t turn people i

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

“It drew it here.” My mind reached for old lessons: crumbling pages, whispered warnings, obscure footnotes in the archives that more practical witches had skimmed past. Spirits that lurked between worlds. Things that couldn’t break the Veil on their own, so they waited near places where it thinned. Creatures that didn’t waste energy on bodies or storms when they could feed on simpler things. Fear. Doubt. Resentment. “It’s not just using what was already there,” I said, voice low. “It’s been feeding it. Pushing it. Making sure we stayed as unsettled as possible.”

he asks, his voice filled with both hope and concern. "That's a possibility. Yeah," I breathe. For her and Adam's sake, I hope she's not. "Witches had kingdoms of their own, before they started regrouping into covens," I say, skimming through one of the pages. "Yes? And that matters to Tammy how?" "It doesn't. I just thought you'd find it interesting to know," I respond. "Well, it wasn't. And I'm pretty sure everyone here knows that." I turn through the book about werewolves and witches, then stop, the title in a particular chapter catching my attention.

“That’s never been performed and even if it has been, it’s forbidden.” Getting up, she wandered off towards the section where books lay, stacked high up on shelves against the wall. She reached up and pulled one out, coming back and dropping it in front of me. “Read,” She said, taking her seat. “But first, take notes.” Confused, I stared at her, wondering if I had heard her correctly. “Take notes? “Yes,” “About what?” “Witchcraft is more complicated than stories and ancient history. Let’s move on. If you’re truly curious like you seem to be, then, the least you can do is make notes. That way, you can keep track of what you know and don’t know.