Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

Someone touched her shoulder, Linda turned her head and found Rokan Allegro nodding slowly, helping her to strengthen her heart to be patient. The witches seemed to be moving after about thirty minutes or so. They began to walk slowly around the casket, reaching out to Barbara. They began muttering rhythmically in low voices, the resulting echo sounding so sacred to anyone who heard it. They kind of chanted an Old Javanese spell with their eyes closed, their feet still moving slowly but in unison. Suddenly the cave shook for a few seconds. The witches simultaneously stopped their steps and faced the casket completely, this time with their hands raised upward and their heads tilted. Their eye

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

she cackled, "I am too powerful for the likes of you!" But the pack refused to back down. With a roar, they charged at the witch, their weapons at the ready. The witch retaliated with a barrage of spells, but the pack was quick and agile, dodging and parrying her attacks. As they fought, Ava noticed that the witch seemed to be drawing power from a dark amulet around her neck. "If we can destroy that amulet," she called to the others, "we might be able to weaken her!" The pack split up, distracting the witch while Ava made her way towards the amulet. With a fierce determination, she launched herself at the witch, her claws slashing through the air.

She spoke in between gritted teeth. The dwarf witch laughed again, this time louder and maliciously. “I am the great witch of the seven oceans. I’ve lived alone in this coven for a thousand years. There’s nothing impossible for me to do, except if it’s the will of the formidable gods and goddesses. You yearned for the love of the Alpha of the Silver Crust Pack for so long, but he’s not your mate, and his destiny doesn’t lie with you, but…” The dwarf witch stopped and stared coldly at her, making Imelda curious and anxious.

“You need to see this.” Curious, I crossed the room and knelt beside her. She held up a tattered scroll. Its edges were brittle with age. The writing was faded but legible and its angular script was unfamiliar yet strangely familiar to me. “What is it?” I asked, taking the scroll carefully in my hands. Rachel pointed to a passage near the bottom. “It’s a record of an ancient pact between witches and rogue wolves,” she explained. “It mentions a Wolf-mother—an original one—who brokered a deal with them centuries ago.”

The young witch was quick to hurl out a desperate suggestion in the hopes of dissuading Tilla’s desire to confront her scheming mother at this time. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather change first?” asked Tanneth. This suggestion, barely heard by Tilla, who was in no mood to entertain the meager attempt to detract from the rage that had been instilled within her core. Tilla did not look back at the young witch as she growled, “She has the right to see what she has created, in all of its glory.” These words, saturated with the intent to someday enact revenge upon the people who had wronged her, hanging heavily after Antilla as she processed through the corridor. The fiery locks and the vivid r

she said, gagging. Kael didn’t move. He just stared. He looked like a storm waiting for a reason to explode. Dante stepped closer, eyes sharp but calm. “You’re a witch of the Lakeville Coven, aren’t you?” She nods frantically “Yes—yes, but—” “Of course you are. But wow—fried chicken? Really? Didn’t see that career path plot twist coming. Very versatile of you.” Dante said and leaned on the counter, his face cheerful like he wanted to order a combo package.

*Flashback : 1000 years Earlier* A very dangerous and dark witch named Dahlia terrorized four human villages every full moon. And today was another full moon as she emerged from the shadows like death itself. In the distance, the villages stood, and she watched them while licking her cracked lips. It was time, this was her night!

"I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble following. Can you simplify things for me?" Dahlia paused, her expression softening as she adjusted her explanation to meet my understanding. "In simpler terms," she began, her tone more measured now, "I am both a werewolf and witch, but not just an average witch. I hail from a long-forgotten clan, banished from the supernatural realms decades ago. They believe us to be extinct, but our legacy lives within me.” I remained silent, my gaze fixed on her, struggling to comprehend the gravity of her words. Despite my efforts, my mind struggled to grasp the full extent of what she was saying. Given my recent exposure to the supernatural, I couldn't entirely fault

I went to an old lady as asked," Is there any girl name Accalia?" She didn't answer me and told me to leave this place immediately. I thought, to drink water before I leave. "Will you please give me some water," I requested nicely to the same lady. She gave me water; After satisfying my thirst, I started to walk in another direction. Suddenly, I heard a scream; It stopped me. I went back, and the sight in front of me shook me to the core. The witches were trying to kill Accalia, to offer her to their idol gods.