Charmed Witch Wars Novels & Stories

Aurora's POV "What is taking you so long to get my bags? We still have a two hour trip to the Kingdom. Chop, chop. I don't want to be late", Trent clapped his hands at me, rather than help me load his bags. Trent is the future Alpha of Silver Ridge pack. Today starts the beginning of an extremely special ceremony, for all the soon-to-be Alphas in the country. The Worthy Wars. A long series of tests orchestrated to test your speed, agility, stealth, strength, even your mental abilities such as compassion, instinct, stragety planning and executions. All designed to determine if the 'future' Alpha is worthy enough to take the Alpha title.

I conclude quietly, finally understanding what it is that is biting at me since witnessing the first scene. A great war begins between the cursed ones and the witches. The battles mostly take place at night, with the witches catching the cursed ones in ambushes and fighting them with utter disregard for their lives to bring the enemies down. The battles are gruesome as the council of sixteen leads each attack, striking the cursed ones at their homes, in their lofty castles, as they return from social gatherings, and even at the meetings they call to discuss how to deal with the recent reparations from the witches.

Another wave rises, washes over me, and flows out, leaving me clear-headed. The rest of our friends? They’re hurting, too. Charlie wasn’t just another warrior. She was the glue that held so many of us together. Sassy, fearless, full of life. And now she’s gone. But where Zak and Brandon are drowning, the others compartmentalize. Some use their pain to fuel their fight. Others lock it away for later. But my second job? Using the Riding Hoods' emotions against them. And right now? They’re afraid. Normally, we would take prisoners. Normally, we’d show mercy. But these witches? They’re vicious. Suicidal. They’ll die before they surrender.

She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

Her eyes filled with anger as she looked at Moira who glared at her hatefully and spat, “ This is what you are good at right? Backstabbing. My uncle treated you so well gave you a home and you just had to ruin it all. No wonder Grandma says that you don’t deserve anything but pain. But I say that all of you should be killed!” Moira did not stop screaming as she hated Charisse with a passion, the hatred for this witch surpassed all. No, she now hated witches, every single one of them, she did not care anymore whether they were light or dark—— they were the same. Even if they were to treat them well, they will still backstab them in the end! That’s the kind of being they were! While she was gl

"Yours? This witch is no one's pet. But if you want her, striped fool, and you, mangy cur, you'll have to go through me." The air crackles with tension, three beasts circling, eyes on each other and me. My heart slams. Three Warlords. One tree. No escape. I grip my dagger tighter, whispering a quick wind charm to the leaves. "Boys," I mutter, "if you're going to fight over me, at least make it entertaining. Bloody hell, it's like watching a pack of dogs argue over the last scrap of meat."

She sacrificed herself for Katrina and partially for me. The rumors of the Berardi witches are true. Their ability to love is as strong as their magic. I guess the Shit Witch was the exception, as I don’t think she could spell love, let alone feel it. Chiara gave her magic to Katrina to ensure she would be strong enough to end the Shit Witch’s terror of this world.

The witch and vampire shared another look. “Umm... we’re not entirely sure,” the witch admitted. “But we can try something.” They hesitated, their silence uneasy. “What?” Charlotte asked, heart racing. They didn’t answer. So she tried again, firmer this time. “Seriously. What is it?” The witch finally spoke. “We know... things. About you. About Azraiel. About this war. But we can’t tell you outright. It would interfere with nature’s flow—it could ruin everything.”

There were more of them than us, but their power was nothing compared to what we could do, yes they could shift but we had spells which could protect us and harm them. A war had suddenly erupted the warriors fighting the witches, whom were from powerful houses. The warriors had no chance of winning against us. Some of their warriors had started falling and several bleeding out, just as I was about to throw a fireball at Alpha Laurence, I heard a scream, “Noooooooooo”. As I turned around to see where this had come from, I saw out of the corner of my eyes something move very fast towards the Alpha.

However the witches were still mourning the death of their sisters, they have lost a great amount of their own in this war including the leader of their coven who was the first witch sergeant Chriswell fired at and gunned down dead. “ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” Lucian screamed as Damian snapped the remaining two claws. Damian wasn't still done with him he moved his hand forward to his chest grabbing hold of Lucian other claws ready to break them all. “ Cast the fucking spell!!!! Say the goddamn words nowww!!!! ” Lucian cried out for help and finally the witches came to his rescue. “ pitssxits quntiss ohma gradalax..... ” the 23 witches remaining started chanting.