Chaos Witch Novels & Stories

He tore the neck of a Witcher who had been caught off guard by making a magic seal in his hand, instantly the neck was perforated and the witcher fell to the ground—convulsing and finally crumbling to dust. That day, under an unnaturally dark sky, bloodshed once again occurred, and again because of a woman, Arlcia. The pure goddess who loves her mate so much but also can't resist the charm of the leader of the witcher nation who is so enchanting. That day, war broke out in two places, the heavens, and the earth. And, it seems the trigger is also the same thing, Arlcia. How could the pure goddess who had been deprived of her powers be responsible for the great chaos she had caused? Was he wro

Eira let her fall gently and made her way not looking back. She tried to find Josh, but he was nowhere to be seen. The chaos persisted around her. The hall was a bloody mess. She even found vampires killing and attacking their own kinds as most witches--out of the thirteen Eira counted--moved their lips silently, their eyes fully white. A sudden sharp pain shot through her skull and she moaned, holding her head. When she turned around she found a witch by her side. With dark brown curls tumbling down her head and sharp, high cheekbones, she was the most distinctive among the rest. Eira felt her knees numbing as her mind felt like it was about to implode. The witch continued with the spell, h

Then, spotting the witches, she screamed at the top of her lungs:"Stop them! They’re trying to release Apophis, the god of chaos! They’re feeding the chant with death itself!" The battlefield fell eerily silent. Weapons paused mid-swing as both sides tried to process her words. Was this truth—or a trick? Darina, Kai, King Lucas, Daniel, Reed, and Jake sprinted toward the hill from different corners of the field, naked and drenched in blood from shifting. King Alaric, Maya, and other witches teleported to the same spot. Julie stopped chanting and hissed, “Back away, all of you. Did you really think I’d let you ruin my plan so easily?”

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

“Whenever the young Princess sees things that remind her of the Mating moon night, the chaos within her is triggered—” “What is that Chaos—” “I’m not done, Your Majesty.” The Witch Lady rebutted my Dad. Okay, there’s some familiar beefing there, because no one cuts my Dad off like that and continues talking. The Witch continued talking. “Once that Chaos is triggered and she shifts into that aggressive form, only her rejected mate can bring her back to sanity and calmness, and this requires just his touch.” The Witch settled. What the hell? So I’m now a mad destroyer who needs healing hands to become sane?

Says the way he felt when he entered the room drove his wolf crazy. dark magic I couldn't help but think it could be used to identify mates even before they knew they were fated. It was only Addanc who could perform such. This was indeed a confirmation that Addanc was the mastermind of those papers, with Pete as the associate and Theo as the inside man. But why did Pete result to such evil measures? Even go as far as black mailing his own son?

A low, rumbling voice echoed from the fractured sky: “You cannot hold me. I am the beginning… and the end.” And in that moment, Lila realized: the battle for Chaos College had only just begun.

' ~~~Ella's father desperate not to lose his one true love ventured into the dark forest to meet a witch, who could cute his wife of her illness. A sudden knocking on a door interrupted Trix from her writing. She jumped in shock as she observed her surroundings, she was in a cottage of sorts. She was sitting by an old table with a small bottle in front of her, on the bottle was the word, 'cure'. "Shite." The knocking became louder. "Alright, Alright," Trix said her voice coarse. She rose from her seat but her height was off. She reached her hands out to grab the bottle and screeched at the sight of her hands. An hold wrinkly hand with warts grabbed the bottle.