Clever Witch Ao3 Novels & Stories

More warriors stand ready behind them, ready to pounce at the first sign of the witches’ resurgency—but they don’t move. One witch, tall and pale, breaks from the others, her pumpkin-orange hair dripping with sweat, her pale eyes wild and burning. She steps between Cleonna and her coven, raising a long, delicate finger to point at me. “You!” Her voice is sharp as a blade’s strike. “Alpha of Moon River!” She steps forward, her chin lifted defiantly. “You think you can banish us? Rescue your sweet princess?” Her voice echoes across the clearing. I hold my ground with my wolf form locked in tense vigilance. What’s she planning?

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

I glanced over at Chris, giving a subtle glare at the pack leaders behind me; they quickly looked away. Turning back to face the crowd, I continued, "I’m here to provide a clear explanation of what’s really going on. We’ve encountered some strange events within our pack that go beyond what we understand as wolves—specifically, magic. It turns out that Sam, our trusted delta, has been working with Ava, a witch, to invade the minds of pack members and my mate, making them do things that are questionable."

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."

After all, one can never be too careful when it comes to the dark arts. Should the rogues dare to inflict cruelty upon the Packs, the witches shall unleash their dark magic with deliberate violence upon their foes. The werewolves, alas, are no match for the power of the witches. "I'll make sure the plan is followed the next time, Krisanta. It will not happen again. I swear." The hapless Beta Rogue had no choice but to acquiesce to the witch's command. Krisanta let out a derisive snort. Her piercing gaze bore into Yael's relaxed form, as if she could strike him down with just a look.

Author's Pov In a dimly lit chamber illuminated by flickering candlelight, the witch stood over her cauldron, the air heavy with the scent of herbs and incense. The atmosphere was tense, fraught with the weight of impending fate. The witch's gnarled fingers danced with precision as she added ingredients to the bubbling liquid, her movements both fluid and deliberate.

I still can't wrap my head around the fact of what happened today. Cleo is Juni’s sister, Ophelia is their mother and for a fact, they are witches, but why didn’t my Luna powers detect that? Oh, that was the reason I couldn’t seem to read Juni’s and Cleo’s mind, they were witches, they didn’t have it blocked. They were never werewolves. It seems funny, being stuck here while countless things are happening. I just want to do something, but no. I am cuffed here. Will he come? Has he somehow managed to hear my voice?

“They planned meticulously and in secret. They went about it with total invisibility while the witch went about her days in indifference—or ignorance. The witch welcomed the wolf into her pack for a treaty that was supposed to make them all happy, and the wolf settled comfortably. The coven was happy, waiting for the downfall of the rude witch, confident their plan would succeed. They walked around with big smiles. Until the wolf suddenly discovered their plan. In haste, he convinced an elegant damsel to set the witch’s pack on fire to protect the witch and everything she had ever stood for.” She paused, scanning the crowd in front of her. Maverick glared at her like he wanted to kill her, w

my rogue said and I nodded. Now I understand the body lying here isn’t Chloe, it must have been a witch killed by the nearest Alpha, and someone must be planning to seek revenge for her, it’s only a witch that will have the power of turning a witch to a portion to serve the alpha, maybe for a love potion or poison for heart. Now I have a relieved mind, I know Chloe will never be the one lying lifeless, she might seem weak but she will never give up easily. “There must have been a nearest pack close to here” I murmured staring at the forest four Conner. Witch and Wolf don’t have an intimate relationship for this witch to be lying down here lifeless proving there must been an Alpha that is in

“ Is she looking for something then is there a way she will get that by turning shifters into half beings which have no mind of their own? Because all I can see is that the council and the alphas are having a hard time trying to catch the culprit, other than that I do not see how it is even helping her.” “ Dark witches' mind works differently, what you think is useless might not be useless in their eyes. You do not have to worry about it though, I believe that the foolish witch who believes that she had seen the world better than the elders of the association will be soon caught,” Carla chuckled as she snapped her fingers and summoned a teapot along with some cakes.