Cromwell Witches Novels & Stories

By now, we have outnumbered them. We can pay them back tomorrow" suggested Chimera. "Oh! How come this did not occur to us? I think I know why the king suddenly changed. We have outnumbered them and they fear that we would soon take over the land" Althea suggested. They all nodded at the idea. "You are correct, my sister". The following day, the witches got themself armed with their swords. They stormed the market that day and avenged their deaths. They killed werewolves roughly twice the number they lost. The king at this time was fuming in anger. He ordered Ronnet to wipe off the witches. This marked the beginning of the first clash between werewolves and witches.

An alpha that Helena wasn’t familiar with asked from across the meadow. “She’s gone and broken the laws of wolves and witches. The witches have kindly brought in people trained in hunting and capturing witches in this very situation. This will be the safest way to remove this problem so that we can get on with mourning and rebuilding everyone’s lives. She’s a criminal with no care who she hurts. All I want to know is why so many people needed to die and why so many others found their lives shattered.” Helena defended the presence of the witches and the logical use of their skills to apprehend the witch.

Aria and I, back when we still admired the legendary Seeker before discovering how utterly useless she truly was, loved watching witch movies. From those movies, I learned that witches often lived inside tiny huts. Their huts usually looked too small to contain anything except a giant black cauldron, yet somehow, with a snap of their fingers, the tiny structure could magically hold an entire mansion inside. Strangely enough, history foretold similar tales about the witches Alpha Thalos wiped out of Cambridge. When witches still existed there, they were said to live inside small huts as well. But even knowing that history, this place looked far more terrifying.

Constantine stood at the center of the grand hall, her voice projecting with an eerie authority that sent shivers down the spines of those gathered. The witches of the coven, some still bearing the fresh scars of the recent turmoil, looked to her with a mix of fear and curiosity. "My fellow witches," she began, her tone measured and deliberate. "We gather here today in the wake of a great tragedy. Our beloved elders of the first order have been ruthlessly struck down by the hand of darkness. King Crowell's assassins are responsible for this heinous act."

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

"I heard witches are divided into covens. How many are there exactly?" "In the past, there were five covens of witches in the kingdom. The Kandalas (night witches), that is us. The Kunarians (green witches), the Natosians (sea witches), the Fidimonin (folk witches), and lastly, the Tambolans (gray witches). Currently though, only three covens remain as the rest have either been impacted by the plague that nearly wiped out the whole of witches, or crossed to another dimension to survive. The only covens who survived the plague were the night witches, the sea witches, and the gray witches." "And each coven operates differently?"

Add to that, the witches have added their ‘witchy lights’ and we can barely get the sprites out of the gardens. We realized much too late that many of the witches needed our help, just as much as other supernaturals. Cohen and I have taken in several single mothers who were running just so they could protect their children. Some have even found their mates among the wolves and even some among the sprites. At first, the wolves would be jealous that their mate had children with another man, but in many instances, these children were the result of some cultish coven event where the leader of the coven slept with all the women, whether consensual or not. According to the witches who have joined

That was my blood! Then, it clicked me. Blood magic. Crimson witches could manipulate and curse others using their blood or their victim’s. That’s why it has always been a common reminder among the elder werewolves to make sure not to expose our blood in the presence of a crimson witch. But that was back when there were a lot of them. After the Outworld Bloodbath ten years ago, witches almost got extinct, specially the crimson witches. Crimson witches were probably the most powerful tribe of witches. And Celestine was the most powerful crimson witch of all. She led the rogue conclave with the other crimson witches a decade ago, after all.

She didn't miss how Kaiser's lips twitched just a fraction with mirth. "Luna Kyra is right. We cannot allow our unmated she wolf's for border patrolling. These witches are targeting the unmated she wolf's. We need to assign them some work inside the pack premises" one of the Alpha agreed with Kyra. "Right, I heard the ritual performed by the witch last night was a compelling spell. This same spell was casted upon us two decades ago. Almost everyone from the royal family and dozens of our wolf's were killed then. Whom did the witch planned to compell? I wonder why nothing happened this time" Alpha Luther recollected the past and compared it with the present.

She was two rows behind me and one seat to the left and I could feel her eyes on the back of my head. Master Theron continued his lecture and the words blurred together and my mind drifted. "The witches of Salem," Master Theron said. "They were not the first and they were not the last. But their fate was the most documented. Their trials were the most famous. Their deaths were the most brutal." I pressed my hands together under the desk. "Nineteen people were hanged. One man was pressed to death. Several died in jail. The rest were left to live with the memory of what had been done to them."