Cajun Witches Novels & Stories

She laughed, “Them too. Plus, you have killed off a lot of them.” Aja burst through the door and sighed, “It is very apparent that Remus made an alliance with another coven of dark warlocks. There are definitely more than two hundred of them out there. Adele, your ice spears and daggers were making a huge difference. You saved my ass a couple times.” I chuckled, “Really? I had no idea. I can’t see what is actually going on. All I can see is the glowing red eyes. That’s what I aim for.” She laughed, “That explains all of the one-eyed corpses that are lying around.” Winnie laughed, “How can I help, Aja?” Aja replied, “We could really use some more witches.” Winnie smiled, “Consider it done. I

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from

I enter my shared apartment with Lucas and Catherin and rush to my bedroom and smack the door on their faces before they ask me questions. I plop myself on the bed laying on the stomach in terror, what would have happened if someone found that am a witch? Humans were always the people to hate us. They even killed many of my kind without any mercy thinking that we too have family and kids to take care of. The way they put fire to our homes in forests just because we do witchcraft for treating people. Not gonna lie few do witchcraft to hurt others but not my kind, not my family.

Thomas Reed has proven otherwise simply by continuing to exist in proximity to her. I set water to boil. Witchcraft, when practiced correctly, looks like housework. It is preparation. It is knowing which tools must be visible and which must remain implied. I grind chamomile and angelica together, slow enough to keep my hands steady, fast enough to signal intent. The kettle sings. It does not stop when it should. Ah. There you are. “Eliza,” I say gently, as she rises for the third time and sits again without realizing she has done so. “Come here.”

"iba o iba! iba o iba! iba o iba! iba kutukutu awo owuro, iba ganrin ganrin awo osan, iba eyin iya mi osoronga olokiki oru, at’ori ja’pa at’apa j’ori at’edo j’oronro, bi okete ba juba ile ile a la enu fun, bi ekolo juba ile ile a lanu fun, mo juba eyin agba loni o! e si ilekun agbede meji orun ati aye fun mi, eyi ti n se ela akoko." As soon as she finished the incantation, the wall opened to reveal a door made of fire and pitch dark smoke and she stepped through. She stepped out in the coven. There, she met a group of witches—all female except for a warlock who served as their drummer and executioner, the wielder of the witches’ blade. The coven was headed by three old witches who had been l

No talismans, no hex bags, nothing that explained the pull I felt standing away from her, as though there were a rope tied around my ribs and someone kept tugging at it slowly. “Nothing else, Alpha.” Eldric came up beside me, his voice low enough that only I’d hear it. “Exile her before dawn. A witch on our land, uninvited, during a season this unstable. The council won’t sit still for less.” “She fought no one. Threatened no one.” “That’s not the point, and you know it.” I did know it. I’d known it since I was old enough to carry the title. A stray witch was escorted to the border and told not to return, or things got worse, depending on the mood of whoever caught her. It was simple.

Talone speaks. Talone is the name of one of the original witches of Louisanna but is this really who is sitting in front of me? No one has seen an original witch in at least a hundred years. Lucky for me, the uncles show up just in time to verify this is Talone. There is no guessing. "She is not lying," Zeb says, scaring me at first. Jeb walks over to Talone to pay his respect. He kisses her on the cheek. Zeb follows him.

Elizabeth Clementine looked at Jason with disdain as he stepped into the werewolf gathering. She thought it was extremely disrespectful how she was particularly denied access to his mating ceremony but as soon as crisis came knocking, he remembered that she existed. She was a young witch, with shirt blonde hair and clear Hazel eyes. She was petite in stature, around 4 '10 and pretty much everyone here towered above her, especially the Halem Moonlight Alpha that looked down at her like she was nothing.

His eyes glowed a brilliant red, and in that moment, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. As the ritual concluded, Cassius turned to a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of the mansion. As she stepped into the light, her enchanting beauty was revealed, adorned in a flowing witches' robe and a pointed hat. I recognized her instantly as Agatha, a witch who had visited the mansion on numerous occasions, her purpose clear – she desired the potent blood of Cassius, a elixir with the power to cure almost any ailment.

, and I trailed off while observing the other eleven witches. They were witches from around the world, and were the leaders of their covens. I tried to discern their origin using their physical features and their clothing. Obviously, I quickly recognized the three black witches of Africa, their skin, pearl black, clothed in colorful patterned clothes and their hair, plaited into braids and dreads, and adorned with cowries. They were the strongest of the witches, even more powerful than Madison.