Cajun Witches Novels & Stories

I shivered as my anger dissipated, hating how my fear for Charlotte and the choice I had to make caused me to feel colder. A cheerful older woman and her husband, both dressed in traditional garb, greeted the group of us. Her flowing white blouse and massive black velvet skirt reminded me of Mom, though this woman was almost a head shorter than me and twice as wide. His round belly was tucked behind a wool vest, a cap perched on his balding head. It took me only a heartbeat to realize they were, in fact, witches.

“But you can save yourself and get what you want if you help us destroy a monster.” “What monster?” Justin asked. “The crow.” Lelia said. Earnestine stared at her, she felt there was something off about this witch but she couldn't tell. Claus was sitting on his desk with his arms folded while Marcus was standing close to him. Wendy had returned to his seat while Marcus was attempting to prove her wrong. “Marcus Mordecai. Go on, prove her wrong. Hagen's left Weston Hills or he was murdered by a witch or some sort of vampiric creature.” Claus chuckled. Marcus steadied his gaze on Wendy before speaking out.

Even if she had wanted to, Merlin doubted that she could speak, as the tale Aunt May told her stunned her into silence. The Cottard witches were the oldest and most powerful of the witches in the bayou, their history and heritage filled with secrets and legends, that were passed down through the generations. One such legend told of a witch, born to each generation, who had the power to control all the elements of nature, unlike most witches, who can only manipulate one. There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers.

"But I will be soon enough. Your coven only needs to summon a demon so I can drink its blood and steal its strength." A dark smile crosses Jessica's features. "Hopefully, it will work—my coven depends on it," she seizes up June, smiling brighter. "This town used to belong to the voodoo witches. In the past, many centuries ago, we enslaved humans and did whatever we wanted. We lived like queens, and with a flick of our wrists, we made our humans dance. My coven was truly happy and extremely blessed to live a life without worries, but the Lavigne family chased us away by forming the Winterbite pack one day. They took most of us out, but now, we are back." June smiles back. "Don't worry, Jessic

Suzan’s POV "After an exciting night of trick-or-treating with my brother's best friends—Jack, Beth, and Simon—I was ready to head home. As I rummaged through my bag for a piece of candy, hoping to savor the last moments of the night, Simon’s voice cut through the cool air like a blade, sending a chill down my spine." “Hey, what do you say we visit the witch’s cabin?” he asked, flashing that mischievous grin I hated. “I heard she’s more active on Halloween. If you knock three times on her front door and one of her windows shatters, that means she’s home. Wouldn’t that make tonight way more interesting?” My blood ran cold at the mention of the cabin. I was only eleven, and the rumors about th

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

Beau “Not as you think, the Cajuns came from France with a purpose, the humans the witches and the Weres led by a few Rougarous, when we were exiled from Canada we took the Mississippi south, some of us have forgotten the reason we came here the rest of us shoulder that responsibility, it’s part of why we couldn't go after Nads, it's too important.” “Beau, once this is done, if I come out of it…, we will find her, if she is still out there, I promise you,” she swore, one broken female pledging herself for another.

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

Kiara’s POV It took us about 30 minutes to get to meemaws, as she lives just on the edge of the town that meets with the forest. We used to come here a lot as kids playing hide and seek in the forest. I looked at the old tree swing we used to spend hours taking turns on. Meemaws house was a tiny 2 bedroom 2 baths little cabin. Outside she had a beautiful herb garden right off to the right of her creaky old porch. The cabin was painted white but could definitely use a fresh coat as the paint was chipping. As we both get out the car we both were greeted by the all too familiar voice of meemaw. “ Hey girl’s, you’re right on time. Come on in and have some tea with me. We have tons to talk about