Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: MY NAME IS Clara Peterson and what you are about to read is the story of my life. However before we delve into the story proper, let me introduce you to my squad. We are more like a family. You dare one of us and you are taking on all of us. There is Ray Glazebrook, my boyfriend or anyways, soon to be boyfriend. He is a werewolf. Infact, he is the Alpha of a werewolf pack called the Kraits. He is immortal and very powerful. Then we have my best friend, Janet Johnson or as I like to call her JJ. She is a witch with the powers to control and manipulate storms. This means she can control lightning. We then have Ethan Vanderbilt, the only hybrid amidst us. He is both

James hesitated for some time as I waited patiently besides him to know the truth, he looked into my eyes innocently and started speaking "I am a Vampire." He was shocked at my reaction because he had expected that I would be scared but I just nodded and waited for him to complete "You are not shocked." I smileed and looked into his eyes "If I know about Cameron then it is obvious I know about vampires." He was taken aback "How do you know so much, who are you." I took in a deep breath "I am a witch and for now I can only tell you this." He stammered as he tried to gain what I said "Witch"

Twenty minutes after tossing us down here they threw down Ross as well bleeding badly from a gash on his side - out cold. The person responsible for it was standing at the top of the stairs looking so proud of herself. Aldric had apparently found a dark witch to work with. She'd put us under some sort of paralyzing spell. I had been working for nearly an hour now mentally of how we could get out of this. The only thing I could think of was that somebody or something needed to take down the witch holding us all down here. If they hadn't disturbed any of the other pack members then it could very well be hours before people would be buzzing around the small town. My eyes were fixated on the wit

Height- 164 cm. 14. Cresseda- A 18 years old mean girl and friend and follower of Jennifer. Died at the age of 22. 15. Cassie- A 18-years-old girl mean rich girl. Friend and follower of Jennifer. Never been seen since after the final year in WWS. 2010. WitchLand. 1. Dekker- A 27 years old knight of WitchDom. later turned to be witty and one of the servants of Lady Georgia. Never seen after the year 2009.

“I’m not a werewolf.” I swallowed. My hands moved instinctively to the necklace around my neck, my fingers closing around the locket. “Then what are you? It’s weird enough you’re so close to the Dark Valley pack.” The woman’s gaze dropped to my hand, to the locket between my fingers, and something flickered in her eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or surprise. But it was gone before I could look twice or name it. “I’m a witch. An old one, as you can see,” she said simply. “My name is Hilda Darkwaters. And you, Kayla Jefferson, are very far from home.”

gasps Meg, startled. "No, silly. That's not what I meant. Alvarez would never stoop so low as to force himself on a woman. He has too high principles for that. Nor does he need to, women throw themselves at his feet," the witch replies. "Besides, my name is Rachel. I was kicked out of my coven because I didn't want to be the whore of our coven leader," she adds dryly.

, her smile faint."Ancestor?" Xandra's brows were furrowed in a frown.She was confused."Oh and please, do not dare to call me a grandma. I am too young for that," said the lady.Seeing Xandra's unbelievably astonished face, she smiled at her cat and spoke, "See, Curella. The girl is still confused. Time for a little storytelling. Isn't it?"And the cat meowed."My name is Katrina Katz. I am your great grandmother's grandmother.""Yea, that I understood. But how are you alive?" Xandra asked unaware and the lady laughed hysterically."Witches don't have to die," she exclaimed."Witch? This is the 21st century..." Xandra spoke, her face was like she was about to burst into laughter."This is no joke,

Alone there, Allen glanced around uneasily, until the rattle of chains approached could be heard approaching him. Barely recognizable after sustaining multiple wounds and covered in heavy magic constraints, was the Witch. Her vivid yellow eyes shining through the darkness first, it clung to the woman’s long hair instead. Black as night, it cascaded over her shoulders down to her waist making her pale skin more pronounced. Wearing only a thin white dress, which fit her poorly. It hung loosely from the Witch’s shoulders, doing nothing to hide her from her audiences’ scrutiny. Thinking she appeared younger to him now, Allen reminded himself that Chiri Krane was only one year older than himself

the warriors start murmuring among themselves. "Isn't the woods declared to be dangerous for now? When did Prince Lucian found his mate? Is the rumor about a witch in Crisinda true?" The warriors asked among themselves while Russell paused for them to digest the piece of information he just passed before he continue. "Due to the rise in rogue sighting and the fruitless effort of the king to reach the prince, it is feared that the prince has most likely been abducted but we don't know where," another round of murmuring broke out among the warriors.

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t