Christian Witch Book Novels & Stories

“No interrupting, I said! But yes, Dad did know. I am just going to come out with it—we’re witches. Not like ride-around-on-broomstick witches… like cast spells kind of witches…we have powers.” Finally stunned speechless, I sat quietly, trying to put the pieces of my odd life together with the information I’d just received. Alex eyed me warily then nudged Stevie. She sighed, then asked. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to say to all this, Stevie. Alex, Chase—are you both witches?” I asked. Alex and Chase both scoffed then pinned me with a glare. “We are not witches. We are warlocks. Only women are called witches, Ry,” Alex responded haughtily.

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

He questioned with a stunned expression, his voice heavy with fading arousal and confusion. "The Goddess saved me that day," she repeated, turning back to look at the man who was now seated upright with his back against the headboard. "But this," she pointed at the swirls, "does not feel like her magic and now that I think about it, neither did it when it saved me that day." Orion eyed the purple-eyed woman with worry but made no comment about her strangeness. "So, what do you..." "I don't know," she confessed, a shadow of annoyance and fear washing over her delicate features. "But the Goddess will!" Helena exclaimed with a finger raised in victory.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

He crossed the room and sat in the chair across from me and his voice was low. "Something happened." I set down the report and looked at him. "What?" "Cressida visited Sha in the cells." My blood went cold. "Why?" "I do not know. But something happened while she was there." "What?" Kade leaned forward and his voice was quiet. "Sha confessed. To everything." I stared at him and my hands were shaking. "Confessed to what?" "To being a witch. To avenging Salem. To starting the fire. To locking Cressida in that room."

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

Nations would fall and the. 'Bang.' She closed the book quickly and scoffed. And why was someone burning the book? She knew only witches were allowed to walk into the church, while some vampires and wolves could but the power the church held was holy and that was why her body had been itching earlier the day she had gone there. The Dark Blue? Scratching her hair, she flipped open the book again to see a piece of paper come out of it. A small map paper that looked as though one had carved it round.

I whispered helplessly. “Ah, is that so?” He added another finger that pushed me to lock my arm on his neck, fearing losing my balance. “Why is that?” “You know why.” “I don’t. So, read again.” Hopeless and weak, that’s me. This intense lust and urge to become one with Noah would kill me sooner. I took several moments to savor the pleasure of Noah pumping his fingers inside and out before opening the next page. “Some people believe there is no such thing as a demon. What makes dark witches dangerous is their book of spells. The book of spells for dark witches contains a lot of harmful spells. It also stated witches wouldn’t be able to have access to the spell unless they made a sacrifice.”

I press my lips into a thin line and move on. The third grimoire is thicker, darker, filled with the more obscure records I’ve gathered over time, rituals and warnings, fragments of older traditions. My pulse picks up slightly as I flip through it, hoping to stumble across some half-lost truth. I even find references to cursed wolves and blood-bound shapeshifters, but still… no mention of that name. No mention of those red eyes. I lean back, exhaling hard. Just as I’m about to give up, my eyes land on a fourth book, small, unassuming, bound in dull gray hide. One I almost never open. It’s handwritten and filled with anecdotal entries from witches who lived long before my time.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”