Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

The blindfold made everything worse…I couldn’t even see her face, couldn’t read if this was some sick joke or the real thing. Cressida let out a low, bitter laugh that echoed off the damp walls. “Because you’re nothing, Glinda. A wolfless little charity case who somehow keeps stealing the spotlight. Who constantly tries to ruin my life. A witch sent from the deepest parts of hell to torture me and make my life a living hell.” She laughed again, this time deeper and full of anger. “But guess what, I am Cressida and I don't allow just anyone to rain on my parade. If you're a witch, then I'm the devil.”

But it turns out it’s not much diverse than lifting your arm; it’s sufficient for me to think around it, and at that point I’m collapsing them up at my sides, taken a small aback by the weight of them. That’s all I have time to do, since a commotion from the cave entrance makes my head snap up. There’s the sound of stones clattering, along with voices, which carry all the way to me, increased by the cavernous space. “...Can’t have gotten as well far.” “She’s a Wolf Witch. They can, like, teleport. She can do that as well, right?” “Would you closed the fuck up? She’s starving to death. Probably slithering around some place out here.”

I thought her age was just a bit older than Jaque's, if not mistaken, probably by a year. "My name is Orora. I am a witch from the West Coven!"

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

Though pain and exhaustion are eminent in their faces their intense glares at each other just say it all that both are still not giving up. Just then Lilan cast her hidden card. It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

someone shouted. "Oh, it's not quite that simple, really." Zalakai chipped in. "This Dark Witch had been gathering power in silence over many, many years. To where her own power exceeded my own at the time of her escape." He inclined his head. "A gorgeous redhead with a fiery spirit heavily distracted me at the time this occurred." "So, you're a lesser Demon?" Someone mocked. Amira noticed the twitch in Zalakai's jaw from those words.

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

Gecko releases me and stands beside Corvu. “Oh come on.” Jade groans, “Don’t tell me you hired these clowns to prank me. Am I on a show of some kind? Is that what this is? Are these things even real-” As she pulls on Gecko’s ear he yelps and she lets go almost immediately. Now she was stunned into silence. “How are you both here?” I ask. This time, Corvu responds, “Well, it took awhile for the word about Witches to circulate, then we had to go find one that was strong enough to send us here.”