Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

["What is the witch's name, by the way?" ["Well, she said it was Samantha!"] ["Samantha? I'll research anything about her with my mom. You know how freaking older she is, she should probably know something about this witch. Two questions about it: Does she agree with the Witch Queen? And how does she looks like?"] ["No, she doesn't agree with the queen, she hates her, just like me. And about her appearance, she has white and long straight hair, red eyes, full lips, white skin, a curved body, and is also taller than me."]

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

‘Zaikai you’re here, please meet Zada Akess the leader of the Fae,’ he gestured to the blonde woman, and she gave me a small smile as I walked closer to the table. ‘This is Vala Filor the high witch and leader of the Cuscata coven,’ the brunette gave me a raised eyebrow before simply turning her gaze back to my father. I took a seat next to my father’s right side, opposite Zada. I appraised her even her mannerisms were similar to Zelda’s you would have thought they were sisters. My father coughed and I realized I had been staring to hard at Zada even their names were similar. I turned to my father as he addressed everyone.

Multitudes of witches were already gathered, and ahead of us, sat on a single throne-like chair, was the head of the House of Wicca, the Witch Queen herself; Allegra Cavajo. This was my first time seeing her in person and although I stood a fair distance away from her, I was no less staggered to be in her presence. She radiated raw power. When she saw we were all complete, her dark, exotic features flushed with pride and she stood, then began to speak slowly, "It is a pleasure to see you all gathered here today. We've waited centuries for this day to come." The gathering murmured their agreement, and she finished with, "It is to my utmost joy that I say; we wait no more."

Unlike hers, my silver-white hair had always been natural—for as long as I could remember. “You picked up that pen—without even touching it. You were all the way over there, and yet you were able to pick the pen” I said quickly, confused and overwhelmed. “That’s called telekinesis. I’m still mastering my powers,” she said with a proud smile. “I’m Callista, by the way. And I’m a witch.” I gave her a long, suspicious look. “Are you joking right now?” “Nope. I’m being serious. I’m a witch, but from one of the lower-ranked clans. When Miss Hellcat told me I’d have a roommate, I was over the moon! Finally, someone to chat with!”

I breathe. The shadows near the far corner of the cell ripple. At first it looks like nothing more than darkness shifting against darkness. Then the shape begins to gather. Black threads of shadow weaving together into the outline of a woman. Tall. Graceful. Terrifying. Her eyes appear last. Silver and empty as winter moonlight. The Witch. I swallow hard. “I thought Kael killed you,” I say hoarsely. Her smile curves slowly. “Oh, Garrick,” she murmurs. “Kael doesn’t even know where to find me.”

Her animal companion, Rama, layed down next to her and purred quietly the whole time. Raquel was aware that some of her fellow witches viewed her way of life as being a little bit on the unusual side because she favored wearing long skirts and peasant blouses rather than clothing that was more contemporary. She would simply smile and tell them that she had an old soul if anyone made a remark about the way she dressed or mentioned that they felt some of her magic was rather childlike. Far older than any of them could have known or even imagined.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

Old Shit Witch sighed, shaking her head. “Right, cause I’m going to buy that. Where are the red heels that will take me home if you’re supposed to be Glinda the Good Witch of the North? And if you’re the Good Witch, were those playing cards your henchmen? Cause if they are fuck you. Shit Witch didn’t have anyone stab my dick.” I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet.