Creepy Witches Novels & Stories

But as they stood there, I felt a sense of foreboding from them, knowing that they were about to face a formidable opponent. The eight witches stood in a circle around the entrance to the cemetery, their eyes fixed on something, I turned to my side to see a figure emerging from the shadows. The person was tall and imposing, her dark hair cascading down her back in wild, untamed curls. She had on a long, flowing gown of deep purple, adorned with intricate symbols and runes, and her eyes glinted with a fierce, otherworldly light.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

The rest of the sisters rushed to her side, laughing maniacally and whimpering as they cowered behind her, away from the angry werewolf Alpha. If a person were to look at the witches with the naked eye they wouldn't see anything except four extremely beautiful women but because I had a special gift of seeing the unseen, I could see their true form and they were ugly. They had green scaly skin and broad noses that pressed flushed to their faces. Their eyes were completely black, no other colour and their hair was long and trailed on the ground like a cape. They didn't wear clothing, their hair covered their bodies because of its length and extreme volume.

Because she had shared something intimate with Drake, it was impossible to locate him either. Alexander was getting frustrated, and, much to his dismay, the witches were enjoying the turn of events. Geraldine sat in her living room with Lucy and Helen. Their grips were firm on glasses of red wine. "Let's drink to the victory of the black witches over our enemies. Soon enough, we will have them all—the werewolves and the vampires—crawling at our feet, begging for mercy out of fear of the death that is strongly hovering over their houses," Geraldine said, raising her glass.

I can't be so wrong with that. I know how vampires look. They always give off this menacing but seductive eyes. The werewolves are always powerful looking, like they're going to dominate everywhere, fearlessly gracing through the red carpet as the other vampires hissed at their presence. I awed when the witches arrived to grace the red carpet. They were all beautiful women, wearing seductive dresses and of course, their brooms. I shyly smiled when one of them glanced at me, giving me a weird but curious look. She dismissed it right away when one of the witches pulled her into entrance.

She really started to wonder what kind of weird experiment this was going to be. Feline scraped her throat, “So I am guessing you are all wondering what this experiment is all about. For you to understand I have to tell you some history first. Thousands of years ago humans were not the only species that lived on earth. There were also werewolves, vampires, fae, and witches. These creatures believed themselves to be superior to the human race and wanted to enslave them. Humans learned of their plans and war broke out. Thanks to science the human race was able to survive while the other species went extinct.” Dante interrupted her, “Sorry but what is this? You want us to know the history of a

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own. And what will happen if she decides she doesn't want a coven? What if she decides to unite every witch in one big, witchy association, with her in charge? And who is the biggest enemy of the witches? My sorry ass. Can i win this battle, i wonder. If the witches turn against me, i am positive many of my packmates will side with them. I know they are looking for a chance to overthrow me. I am hurting the pack and if i wasn't so strong i would have been challenged countless times. This is going to be a massacre, either way. And what will happen to humans? What will happen to us if we get exposed to them

(Third Person POV) The air grew heavier as more delegations arrived. The atmosphere shifted with each entrance, new faces, new sounds, new energies blending together. After the fairies took their place, whispers rippled through the room. Then came the witches. They entered in a slow procession, cloaked figures in deep purple and black, their eyes glowing faintly beneath the hoods. They walked gracefully, but their presence felt… unsettling. A faint wisp of smoke followed them, the scent of burning herbs lingering in the air that made others pinch their nose.