Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

But I held it just in time, gave her a death glare and said; “You alleged one thing, but I'm here to tell you it's true. I am a witch, and you know what; tonight, when the clock strikes midnight,” I whispered, bending low so I could say it in her ears alone. “I’ll be brewing something extra special in my cauldron, and when I’m finished placing the hex on you, your nose will be three times bigger, and your face will have all sorts of sores and warts.” She trembled visibly with a gasp before turning her gaze to the other women, who also shook beside her, and tried as discreetly as possible to run away.

The murmuring began again and they all exchanged glances, but no one daring to say anything. “My name is not Avery,” I began and smiled befire continuing. “I’m twenty-five. I am not even human—not entirely. Neither am I a wolf.” I took a step forward, each word laced with power. “I am a witch, born of dark bloodlines and ancient curses. I am over three hundred years old. I am La Catalaona.” A collective gasp sounded. Several of them instinctively stepped back, fear flashing in their eyes. Good, they should be afraid.

A wood that won't burn and comes to life once fed with blood. A witch's blood. Once the tree tastes the blood on its bark, it will serve its master and die once the master has passed as well. As the gargoyle announcer announced, I stood in front of the two large dark doors. "Presenting our lady and Mistress of Pandora's Castle, Mistress Alice," he says in a deep voice. The doors automatically opened as I looked at the three princes standing on the side. I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne.

Willow told her. "Damn, I guess Lily was right after all. That changes things." Dante mumbled beside her, shaking his head at her when she wanted to ask what he meant by that. "What else did Hecate say?" Miss J asked earnestly. "The spell used to release her spirit was an ancient demonic spell that no Witch knows about. I think if we can somehow find out what that spell was, we can find a way to reverse it." Willow's hands shook as she attempted to drink her tea, but Dante took the cup from her and instead grabbed her hands to help calm her down. She didn't feel frightened though. It felt as if she had an adrenaline shot sent through her entire body and its sending her into overdrive.

Travis walked in almost immediately and saw her laying helplessly under the trees, supporting her with his hands, he picked her up and took her to the Witches chants room. "What happened to her?", one of the Witches asked "I don't know", Travis replied, fear radiating all over his face, "I saw her laying helplessly under the trees", he added "Drop her here", the witch said pointing to the wooden alter She was monstrous of appearance, mumbling to herself with that dreamy, ghastly smile, showing her saw toothed teeth. Her hair was lank and lustreless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapours. Bit

They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. Her wheezy, crackling voice rose higher and higher as she neared the end of her incantation. Her eyes were like dead fish, and Ella could see her leathery tongue through her bloodless lips. Ella was transfixed when she looked up and down at Ella from crown to ankle. Her spindly legs looked arthritic as she moved forward. The witch leaned her face towards Ella to speak when she could smell the mildewy and sickly passage of her breath. She felt as though she would spew out due to the dirty smell all around, and her bad breath almost made her faint.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Where did that come from? "Our practice is generally limited here, due to the Alpha of the werewolves.", says Rachel leaning closer, in a quiet voice, almost like a whisper. "The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars."

This looked like it had the power to decimate the world as a whole. "And no, don't even think of breaking it or stopping it. It can only be stopped by thirty witches performing the incante", the woman grabbed Hailey by her hair. How did she know Hailey was there?! The incante was the second most power-zapping spell Hailey knew existed. It really was over, there was no way they could get thirty witches in the nick of time to perform the spell. "Who else should I kill from your pesky team?", The woman cackled.