Charmed Witch Wars Novels & Stories

"Don't worry Elizer, you will face the Zodiac warrior that you fought in Alabama. I could feel that they are already heading our kingdom!" One werewolf arrived and bowed down before King Abaddon. He was trembling in fear and he sounds scared. "Your Majesty, Prince Arthur, his Zodiac warriors, and a very beautiful magician are already on their way here. We are trying to attack them using flaming spears but to no avail!" King Abaddon smirked. "I see, Zendaya what is the magic power of Charlotte?" Zendaya replied immediately. "Charlotte can use telekinesis powers. She might be the one casting magic in order to block our attacks. Let me handle her!"

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

Chad and his friend jump back. “Don’t provoke them, child,” Arden, the elder witch in our group, shakes her head, motioning me away from the bars with the wave of her withered brown hand. “They don’t need another reason to fear us; It only makes them meaner,” she frowns, lost in a memory. As a survivor of the last Witch Wars, she’s likely learned this lesson the hard way. She’s right. I shouldn’t do anything to make this guard target me. Our work is too important, and I’m one of the only potions makers left. Every night another one of us disappears and never returns.

“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.” The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair. “Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?” Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

They knew that the witches and wizard’s attacks were imminent but hoped the attack won’t happen soon as they tried to be mentally ready for them. Suddenly, they heard a strange noise as an ugly long-nosed dwarfish wizard charges towards Dike, it was easy, he allowed him to get so close and he used the portion on him and the wizard dematerialized before them. After few seconds, you could hear strange noises everywhere as other witches were charging towards them, but as they got close, the warriors used the portion on each of them and they dematerialized instantly. One of the warriors called Chukwuebuka was so traumatized by the look of these witches and wizards because of his childhood experi

They had to. The door to the ruin burst open, and Alaric charged in, leading a group of warriors. His eyes locked onto the witch, and without hesitation, he joined the fight. "Attack!" Alaric shouted, and the warriors surged forward, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. The witch screamed in rage as the warriors closed in, their blades slicing through the dark magic. She lashed out with another wave of energy, but this time, Alina was ready. She used her powers to form a barrier of light and protected the warriors as they advanced.

RIVER. Quinn stiffened, her eyes widening in horror like she’d just heard a ghost’s name. Wesley glanced at her. “You know her?” I cursed under my breath. “Fuck. I know her too. That’s the Crimson Witch who started the Bloodbath. She led the main tribe of Crimson Witches, the whole damn reason the war ten years ago even happened!” “What, you mean the one with the long black hair?” Wesley asked, his brows furrowed.