Charmed Witch Wars Novels & Stories

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

If I didn’t take these Charms, then I might spark a war, but could I truly take them in this way now that I honestly understood what I was doing? When I’d first arrived in Oxford, I’d trusted Isabella about the way things were done — and the danger of the wolves — but now I’d got to know Moon, I couldn’t think like that anymore. These soon to be kings shouldn’t be paying for the mistakes of their parents who’d fought the Wolve Wars, and it was their ancestors who were guilty of the true crimes that led to the wars. Isabella had told me that I needed a Charm to work my powers as a Wolve Winner fully. Well, I had my Charm in Moon. Taking these Charms from the other empires sounded more like pu

Wishing I had paid more attention to Alma's teachings, I tried to remember a teleportation charm that she had once taught me—it was like that woman knew I'd need all these spells someday. For the past three centuries, since the use of charms magically appeared, only wolves of royal bloodlines and those older than sixty have been able to fully master it. All everyone else could do was child's play. It had always been that way; no one knew why. And now that I thought about it, charms showed up shortly after the battle of the demon god—a drastic war that had once befallen the territories. That fucking war had made my history lessons a pain, but it was easy to understand that those times were te

That tattoo proves it then, my beast is a gift and it was given to me because of this prophecy. 'Actually Tamara I have quite an explanation for that however far fetched it might seem. ' Ryker beckoned me to have a sit. 'Which is? ' 'An alliance between the goddess and your witch ancestors, to work together to help us defeat Addanc. ' That made a lot of sense but still brought up many questions. 'But why would the goddess wish to destroy a wizard? Anyway this whole thing doesn't matter right now. ' I sat beside him, leaning on the side of his shoulder.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

Philly added. “I don’t get why you are all freaking out.” Felan said. “Those witches come from ALL magic. The good, the bad, the ugly, the evilest, the wicked, and the wanna-be bad asses. It is believed that this is the beginning of a witch war.” Skylar said walking up. So why me?” Felan asked and added. “I am not trying to start anything other than a rescue mission.” Felan said.

Behind her stood three witches, cloaked in bone and shadow. "Hello, brother," she purred. "Miss me?" I stepped forward. "You won’t pass. Not while I breathe." She grinned. "Oh, I don’t need to pass. I just need to make sure you bleed." With a flick of her hand, the witches behind her raised their arms—and the ground beneath our border exploded in fire. The war had begun. And this time, I wasn’t fighting just for my pack. I was fighting for Riya, our unborn child, and the future of everything good that still clung to this cursed world.

My heart still thrummed with lingering disappointment over the realization they were not my mates after all. Best to avoid any further distractions from their admittedly devastating good looks. The meeting commenced, and my mother was one of the first to speak up. “I’ve received seen that the dark witches are gathering forces at an alarming rate,” she said grimly. “The chaos of the werewolf wars before gave them leverage to gain power. They thrive on chaos and wars and use it to manipulate and destroy.”

I urged, eager to live here with more knowledge than I came with. " But why do you suddenly want to know about witches? Is everything okay in the pack??’’ she asks curiously, “ I heard about what happened with the alpha Ryan and the maid.’’ “ Can we not talk about that?’’ I said trying to hide my emotions. “ I have had enough apologies for the day and I just want to go about without thinking about it. please charity.’’ I begged. She stared at me and she said before beginning to speak. “In the days of Alpha Joseph, our pack was facing threats from other supernatural beings," Charity explained. "Witches were a particularly powerful group, and some feared that they could potentially overthrow t

I sighted the witches fighting overhead. Königin Zemirah was doin her best to kill them but the other witches had come in their masses and were fighting her with such brute force that she found it very hard to control. It seemed as though their powers had doubled. Breathless, I began hurrying towards the war zone to guide my warriors but that's when I caught sight of something beside me.