Creepy Witches Novels & Stories

“No.” The first one with silver hair, bright blue eyes, and faint wrinkles over her alabaster skin gestured to herself, then the two next to her. “We are the Crone, the Mother, and the Maiden.” Holy. Fuckity. Fuck. I’d heard of them growing up. The Triarchy. They were the witches. Like, you didn’t get more badass than these three women. I had even dreamt of being one of them when I’d been a child, wishing I could have been powerful enough to leave the coven I’d resented.

' He paused, fixing his eyes on mine before he continued. 'Before they became spiteful, it is told that they were a part of a big coven that was led by a very powerful high priestess. One of the wizards was not happy with the ancestors for choosing a woman to lead the entire coven, so he broke away. ' My mother poured him a glass of water, urging him to continue. 'Wait, so they weren't evil from the inception of the coven?' My little witch had become immersed into the story, compelled to investigate, inquire and learn.

Having wendigos lurking around this town is rare but having them trying to get themselves killed was what was weird. What the heck are they doing in Brytin, the town of spooky creatures that Hates other creatures apart from their kind? Every supernatural creature knew about this town, how the witches and Vampires fight their necks off from time to time without backing down. I'm even surprised we still breathe despite living in the same town. “They are here for Tiffany, I think she pulled off her necklace and so her scent is attracting them,” Denali uttered, her breath were unsteady. My head sparked immediately, I heard Denali say they are here for my Mate.

My powers manifested themselves shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was a source of joy and celebration for my family. I, Ella Thompson, come from a family of old and powerful witches who are strong but forbidden from practising witchcraft in the city. For the past month, the city has been overrun by dangerous musical creatures who have cast a spell over every corner of the city, including the streets. People fear even stepping out of their houses; it's either they end up dead or lost in the forest. My parents never fail to tell me stories that happened in town, and as a child, I was made to believe that they were monsters in the shower when I happened to be one of them, the monster

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

He preferred to be over-prepared as to under. On the other side of the cemetery, Kree sat on his haunches, tongue lolling as he kept an eye on the skies. Once Rhychard left the Murky Cauldron, he made sure Renny was safely locked in his condo with Famallumi as the Warrior discussed with Kree what the witches intended at the cemetery. The coshey agreed that they needed to provide protection while the coven performed their ceremony. :It is still too soon from the Unseelie's defeat to be safe from retaliation. The witches will be targets for sure.:

Fury bubbled in Helena's gut as she flung open the doors to the room the meeting was taking place, her magic causing the air around her to crackle. "Wh-, What is the meaning of this?" Stuttered one of the gathered Weres, as he tried and failed, by his wide-eye stare, to appear unaffected by her presence. Helena prowled deeper in, ignoring his question, the sound of her soles tapping against the wooden floorboards echoing in the quiet room.

of the room stepped the figures of three women, wrapped in dark, midnight blue robes, their faces covered by hoods, but the line of their eyes, when they turned and looked at Crayons Arthur, glowed with an ancient, unyielding light. "You tried to warn him," the main witch said, her voice low and rumbling as if it came from the stones themselves. It was a voice that spoke of ancient, dark forests and whispered spells. "Foolish man. Did you truly believe that we would allow your treachery to continue?" Crayons Arthur jumped up, his head pounding with agony. His fury returned, overwhelming his shock. "Who are you? How did you get in here? This is a Council fortress! Nobody breaches these wards