Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

The face I saw in the mirror made my heart slip. Silver black hair fell in waves around sharp cheekbones and violet flickered behind icy blue eyes that were not mine. It looked like a lady named Elowen Solenne. I… everyone knew that name. She was a lone witch who lived on the edge of the territory, never came to gatherings, and never bowed to the pack. She was supposed to be dead, as rumoured. And here I was wearing her skin. I touched my cheek and the lady in the mirror did the same. My breath fogged the mirror.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

Cordia looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "I am popular among the ladies." I said. She snorted, then dropped her hand, and the image vanished. "Tell me Thaddious, how is that you know she has the power? There hasn't been a 3rd generation Caulder witch in nearly 100 years.." "A little birdy told me. Can you get her off their fucking packlands or not?" Cordia Moved her hand over the pool again and the image reappeared. She touched the pool and began to cant. Sending horrifc images of the beast through the portal via the mirror to the witch. Then, she closed the portal again.

“You seem to know a lot about this as well.” “I’m a witch,” I puff up proudly. “I’ve been studying with Gideon, the coven leader, for the last two years.” “So you are a coven member?” Axel adds. “Not yet,” I chirp optimistically, “But soon. Hopefully.” “So you’re like a witch in training,” Axel muses. “Like Kiki,” Evander adds. “Kiki?” Axel scratches his head. “Who the heck is Kiki?” “You know. Miyazaki.”

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.