Cackle Witch Novels & Stories

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

Recoiling in surprise, I found my voice trembling as I questioned his identity, "What are you?" With another snap of his fingers, he transformed back into Tacha. Her voice, a symphony of riddles and ancient wisdom, filled the air as usual. She revealed her true identity, saying, "Some know me as the leader of the Night Crawlers, others as Tacha the Witch. But I am Rham, Rhamnusia." I could only stare at her in disbelief, my mouth hanging open at the revelation. I had heard tales of Rham, the ancient goddess who embodied divine jealousy and wrath.

If it looked half as bad as it felt then I was fucked. “Ouch. That looks painful,” Blantay said, cackling. It was pretty cliché that a witch would cackle, but there you had it folks. Blantay the Cackling Witch. I turned around and looked at her. She would die one day, but I would ensure that she felt as much pain as she caused everyone else. Then I would give her some additional pain for being a fucking cunt. Then top it off by setting her body on fire before snuffing out the flames, only to do it again and again.

“Diane, it is too early to start getting confused. You have a long way ahead of you. No matter how curious you are, there are some things that will remain a mystery to you. However, I will tell you the basic things you need to know about me because we'll be working together from now on.” “Working together? What do you mean, uhm…" I trailed off, not knowing how to address her.” “Does this mean Alpha Dexter didn't tell you anything about me?” “He surely did, it's just that I didn't ask for your name, and he didn't go into details about how I'm going to be of help to you.” “Oh I see. My name is Witch Zelda. All you need to know is the fact that I'm a century old witch and powerful as well. You

The Elders had been informed about most of the things, but only four of the wolves of the pack - Ezekiel, Noelle, Grey and Alec - knew the full extent of what was going on. "Aww.. You want me to send you pictures?" Noelle smiled at him smugly as she sat down next to Rowena who was giggling like a school girl as always. "You really need to start acting like a proper lady." Noelle looked over at Maria, offended, only to realize that she was talking to Rowena. It was so funny how in all types of literature, witches were shown as crazy old hags with long nose and warts on their whole face and pointy hats and a stupid scratchy voice, who rode broomsticks.

he said. "I was born into a cursed circle," Bella said, her voice bitter. "We were cursed by the same moon goddess who created us all. Why? Just because a century ago a group of curious werewolves played with magic? And now, we're ostracized, cast aside from the rest of the world. Isolated from everyone and everything. And for the first time in a 100 years, a limelight was summoned outside of havens." She scoffed, her anger bubbling to the surface. "I'm tired of being judged for something I had no control over."

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

her eyes flicker to mine and I catch a glimpse of remorse in her eyes before it disappears. A cackle breaks the tension between us and it's no one other than, Gracie. Only she has the ability to cackle like a medieval witch. I lazily turn my head to her direction. I watch with disinterest as she wipes the non existent tears from her eyes. "That's a good one aunt" her eyes meet mine for a second before it shifts to Rolan. "My cousin loves it hard, rough and very painful" she mocks and her sister Gloria joins her in laughing.

I say mockingly, "you can only stand against me if I'm powerless. Pathetic witches..." "You're strong, but not smart," she mocked back smirking. "You underestimated us, so thanks to that. And this is where your history ends. Now? Farewell, Kael." The witches' incantations grew louder, it sucking my strength even more. My breath became struggle which made me clutched my chest. "H-How dare you!" I groaned. The witch let out a shrill cackle, as the wolves rushes towards me. She yell, "Smash all the wolves of the Cursedmoon pack! Kids, adults, Females or males wipe them out!"