Cajun Witches Novels & Stories

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

Helena nodded with a smile that widened when Charon growled and stomped away, muttering about 'laziness' and 'time wastage'. "Kids." She said to him with a dramatic roll of her eyes and he burst into giddy chuckles that made her feel warm inside. She missed feeling happy, so much. Later that evening, after a day of trying to lure a grumpy Charon out of his room, they settled down in the living room to watch some TV. The couch facing the wide screen was a small one for three adults; two of whom were large werewolves, but they made it work. Charon had insisted on watching a bit of the evening news before they could watch their movie, so Helena and her dad gorged themselves on the snacks as he

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.

“I, it was the witches.” “What witches?” Aeron asks. She turns to face him. “They’re not from a dedicated coven. They’re unaffiliated. My father didn’t like that they were operating outside of the Supernatural Council’s rules and he tried to force them to some sort of agreement.” “So they attacked your Pack?” Cain says. But I can see from his face he’s not convinced. Even if they were outside the Council, they’d have no reason to take such action. It makes no sense, why would witches start such a war?

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She says taking a seat beside drake but directing her attention at me “We are elemental witches, real witches born with true power, we don’t use blood to fuel our requests, we use what we have, some are more powerful than others, Ciara is earth and spirit but she’s only trained in earth, both myself and Vincent are spirit, earth and I’m water also, we are trained in all our abilities” “So that other witch that took the kids?” I ask her “She was a blood witch” Caron frowns at her daughter then she looks to me

Aside from a few distinguishing physical characteristics (they are bald, have clawed hands, and lack toes), witches look like human women but are awful creatures that prey on children. The grandmother warns him about the Grand High Witch, the evilest and most feared leader of all the witches. When the grandmother and the boy go on a holiday to a fancy hotel on the English coast, the boy encounters a group of witches gathering for their yearly meeting. He overhears the grand witch introducing her new invention, something she calls Formula 86, a potion to turn children into mice. The witch explains her plan of putting the potion in candy and having the witches all open sweet shops. As part of

Angela and the bandits had frozen in their position. What they were seeing was dynamic. This was the last thing Angela was expecting to see. She was expecting an ugly witch stirring green steamy substance in a large black pot. Well, she was wrong because she was seeing a beautiful scrawny woman with beautiful orange eyes and long orange hair staring deeply at them. Someone had to say something because the woman in the chair was not going to. Justin gulped and cleared his throat. “I-I…we are looking for-for the cinnamon witch,” Justin said making everyone’s anxiety rise.

He flushed. “Dad says that your friend woke up,” Cameron told Aislen. “Bianca?” Aislen was distracted from the handsome senior Edison by the news. “Is she okay? Can she see?” “She can, not great, but she has some sight through that eye,” Jules answered. He sounded younger too, she thought, her eyes flicking between the two and comparing them. Cameron was cuter, she decided loyally. “Apparently other witches are coming today,” Jules continued. “So, the idea is to create a distraction for the Van Helsings, whilst Harry and the vampires clear the roadblocks for them.”