Cajun Witches Novels & Stories

I asked. “This is a Witch bane. Bathe by the Zerzura liquid that weakens witches when struck by it. It is our primary weapon son, especially higher-level Witches called the Magistrates. The lower-level witches are called the Acolytes, they are weaker in using their black magic crafting. They live among us and we cannot detect them if we do not have our Moonstar pendants. We have a few in this town and I have not seen one for a year of searching. Do you remember the dead physics teacher, Mr. Bennet?”

Detective Lance cocked the gun and raised it to Ajax, "What do you want? Stay right there" "I'm in search of witches to help me with a little project and received information from several wolves from the disbanded Red Fangs Pack that a detective here has a witch wife and daughter. I travelled down here to get what I want. Don't worry, your wife is safe, she only passed out before I hit her with something hard, witches have a low resistance to pain, they're like humans," He took a few steps toward them and the detective fired but Ajax only groaned. " Worthless... "He grabbed Lance by the neck and threw him over the table, scattering the items on it.

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

“You want me to rest – help me save my f-king mates and this hell hole of a f-king town.” “I need witches,” Bianca said, her voice hoarse. “As many as there are in this town. I know there’s some…” “Oh, yeah,” Aislen agreed grimly. F-cking Tabby Cat Marie’s coven and a few strays. “There’s some.”

Auburn stopped her motorcycle, pulling the helmet off. “Sorry, I’m late, ma’am. Ceila Amalee is being watched heavily by fourteen witches. I could smell them. So I had to step far away to make sure they didn’t notice me.” “Shit,” I swore. That many witches. So not only Creighton but also all of his witches live in the ravager pack. They’ve really been right under our noses. “It’s fine. Were you able to get anything?”

THE EARTH WITCH COVEN It was another day for the secret meeting of the earth witches. They needed to know the progress on the issue at hand, which Is how to defeat the black witch of the Ivory Coast. The only person that had put great fear in their tender hearts. The witches were seated and murmuring as usual. They were getting impatient already. Ella, the white witch of the Ivory Coast walked in with her daughter and Alora, her second in command. Everywhere became silent and the witches stood up to honor her.

Everyone rose up to sit back down but they continued staring at her. “If I am to be these powerful leader and sorceress, I don’t have any powers to call my own.” Clara said and Gwendolyn smirked and said, “Let me introduce you to the Storm Clan. They control anything that has to do with storm. Your mentor from this clan will be Janet Johnson. Janet, on your feet if you will.” Janet stood up for recognition. She had brown hair and a pair of brown eyes and an olive toned skin to match. She bowed, “It will be an honour, mistress.” Clara smiled at the girl who looked like she was her age. Gwendolyn whispered, “Don’t be fooled by her age. Janet began her training with us when she was but five yea

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Jenny said looking around-" Woah!!! there are a lot of witches and wizards here" Junnie smiled at her and replied-" Someday we will be calling ourselves full-grown witches and wizards too.". They giggled as Brad and John rolled their eyes. I smiled at them. Brad smiled and replied playfully-" That's sick" Junnie looked at Brad with a curious eye-" Who's sick?" John stood up and shushed them-" Shhh... did you all notice Shawna isn't here yet" Jenny replied-" Do you think she might have forgotten us? or..."

Time had flown by. I reluctantly surrendered to their ministrations. The makeup artist, a petite woman with nimble fingers, worked her magic, transforming my tired face into something resembling a Gala-worthy visage. It took nearly an hour, a process involving countless brushes, powders, and sprays. Ester, meanwhile, hovered nearby, offering encouragement and occasionally critiquing the artist's technique. Finally, she presented me with the dress, a stunning Caftan one-shoulder velvet mermaid gown. The high split revealed a generous amount of leg, a detail that made me slightly apprehensive.