Christian Witch Book Novels & Stories

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

"This is a bit about how it all started. I try skimming down the page, trying to decipher Mark's crows feet writing, making a face. "Or I can save your eyes from bleeding and just tell you". He says grinning, taking the book back. "You can say it started with a woman named Margaret Murray. She was a British anthropologue and egyptologue who studied some court documents from the inquisition". Mark sits up more straight, looking in his book. "Oh here it is. In 1921 she published a book called 'The witch cult in western Europe', were she claimed to have found a fertility God from before christianity hidden behind the accused witches confessions of devil worshipping. She called him 'The horned o

Christian sat down knowing that he had angered the werewolf godfather. "Help from who if I may ask?" His voice suddenly became calm again, urging the angry Alpha to speak. "I know of a witch. She's good." He said and the room became quiet as everyone stared at him dumbfounded. "How dare you?" The godfather asked slowly and stood up. Christian tried to defend himself. "She's good, hones-" "Get out. Clear your head and return with a better plan. We aren't inviting any witches." The godfather scolded making Christian's face to contort in anger.

Lissa: “ It looks interesting! Alexandra: “ Very interesting! Lissa: “ Author of the book? Alexandra: “ Anonymous! The author did not want to be identified! Lissa: “ Talk about what? Alexandra: “ Have you ever been to the past life museum? Lissa: “ Now! Alexandra: “ About a sorceress girl who had an adventure with a pirate and such... Lissa: “ Now! The story is beautiful! Alexandra: “ Yes! And they say it's viridic! Lissa: “ Can you lend me the book?!

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

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He asked, and I nodded in understanding. "But I heard most witches are kind-hearted, and they are there to protect the order of nature and the world," I said, and he scoffed at my words. "That's what they wrote in the books, but that's not true. If that was the case, then the witch-king wouldn't have taken it upon himself to go against all the werewolves after some ignorant pack killed their queen. I mean, I get that you guys are angry, but going against the whole werewolf community? They act like witches make no mistakes. It’s just that their mistakes are never caught," Christian said, and I looked at him closely.

he asked in a tone that made me think he might be serious. “Should I?” I asked as I watched Gwendoline move past us toward what looked to be the kitchen. “Touché,” he said. Before I could ask him what his unexpected touché meant, he left my side and followed Gwendoline into the kitchen. “Who is this woman?” I asked as I turned to face Luthias. “I told you. She’s a witch,” Luthias said guardedly. “I know what you told me,” I said. “I also know you didn’t tell me everything. I want... no, I deserve to know everything.”

“You aren’t the oldest king to find his mate. You shouldn’t worry too much. It might help getting out of the library though.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Thanks, Thomas.” I pulled the books he brought to me and filed through the pages. My eyes roamed through the books, flipping through each of them as I followed the timeline. 'Christian Darkry was a a terrible Alpha.' I chuckled. 'Yes, he was. He sold children to the BloodHunter Coven. Every time one of his pack mates, he raped them first. Honestly, we saw this kind of shit in the dark ages of our kind.'

I warned him, but he only giggled in response. I sighed helplessly and decided to leave this tree. That hidden library… That was a knowledge powerhouse of a witch. The books there had all the content, including dark witchcraft. And some of them are too ancient to be called true. But Henrick and I read them all. “I am going to that witch. She is trying to lure us out,” I told him, and was about to teleport me behind her when Henrick held my hand. “This is what she wants, bro. Don’t forget that Brian’s retaliation against them in the past few fights has already intrigued her. She is expecting Brian here, and I am sure that she is prepared for everything.” He added in a serious tone.