Charmed Witch Wars Novels & Stories

“Well, as you can imagine, it was nasty. The werewolves at the time decided to make them extinct. They killed through fire and stake so they wouldn’t come back to haunt us.” “That’s crazy,” Clarissa said softly. Archer nodded and pecked her on her head once more. “It is. The witches were tired of being so weak and decided they had to protect themselves. They made charms and fought the battles squarely. But, we were all dying.” He laughed then. “I wasn’t though.” Clarissa hit on the chest playfully, and they laughed while kissing softly. He nibbled her lower lips. “What happened next, Arch,” she said softly.

she smiled kindly at him. Just when things were finally getting interesting. "As you are all aware, the forces that this Karmina character is slowly getting larger by the year." Mr. Pade continued on with the meeting. Jayce stiffened at the mention of the Dark Witch's name. Unfortunately for him, he had to deal with her Dark Magic first hand.

The guards shifted in a split second letting their clothing fall to tatters on the ground around their paws. Little by little I watched as the door began to dent inwards, warping in shape. It looked like a fist slowly pounding it in the same area trying to make it give out. The wolves in front us started a chorus of growling, their fur standing on end and tongues out licking their teeth the more the metal bent in. If it had been somebody on our side of the fight they would definitely not be trying to reach us in such a manner. The witch next to me rose up getting in a fighting stance, letting her skin start to blaze as flames licked the skin of her fingers looking like swirls.

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

Jasmine collapsed to the ground. Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to react. The witches, however, snapped into action and rushed to restrain Luci. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. Luci was covered in blood, his once simple clothes now dotted with crimson stains. His pale face, streaked with fresh blood, made him appear even more terrifying. Yet, despite the horror before him, he threw his head back and laughed wildly. "Mable," he said, his voice hoarse, "I was bewitched by her. Now that I've killed her, can you finally come back to me? From now on, I won't keep anyone around that you don't like!"

I stared at her with my breath caught in my throat. “You—what? You were there? During the witch wars?” Aunt Belle nodded slowly with a distant gaze as if recalling memories she had long tried to forget. “I was just a child then, but yes, I was there. The witches in Paris were powerful, too powerful. Their magic was dark and ancient, and they believed themselves invincible. They enslaved anyone who wasn’t like them, the wolves, vampires, and even other witches who didn’t agree with their ways.” She paused and lowered her voice to a whisper, “When the alliance of supernatural creatures rose up against them, they didn’t go down without a fight. They cursed us all, promising that one day they wo

“Okay Dad.” “Go back to sleep.” Her dad tucks her in and then he goes back to his room. The morning came and they headed to the witches cottage. As they got closer the image that Isabella saw kept flashing in her head. Each time it got clearer. They finally reached the witch's house and She was outside in her garden. The witch heard a twig snap and she turned to see who it was. She smiled when she realised it was Isabella and her father. The witch invites them Inside to have some cookies and milk. Isabella told her about what she heard and what she saw. The Good Witch thanked her for telling her and then she walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a strange looking shell.

Adrian growled, blocking my figure as a swirling mass of dark energy crackled through the air. The witch. Dozens of her warriors emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing, weapons drawn. I shot to my feet, wiping my tears. “Take them down!” Adrian shouted. Chaos exploded. The warriors clashed. Roars, snarls, the clash of metal against metal. I spotted Andromeda moving toward me, her dark cloak flowing behind her, her eyes glowing a deep violet. Goddess how I have longed to kill this bitch! I rushed forward without hesitation, meeting her head-on. She raised her hand and fire shot from her fingers—I rolled away just in time.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

I love working alongside my kids. Clarice found her mate, Prince Regan of the Werehawk Kingdom. She is a one-of-a-kind witch. She is a werehawk witch, who is also an omega. Elliot and I are so proud of the life she has accomplished. She currently has two children and has decided that is where she will stay. She helps her mate in solving issues within the kingdom. The werehawks absolutely love her and would do anything for her. I love going to visit her and watching her in action. She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures.