Dc Witch Novels & Stories

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Diana As I watch in growing horror, all the dark witches close their eyes and inhale deeply, their faces tilted upward toward the blood moon. The red-clad witch spreads her arms wide, as though she's soaking in some invisible energy, her expression one of pure ecstasy. There's something deeply unsettling about the way they're all breathing in unison, their chests rising and falling with ritualistic precision.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

replied Rick. “ And you said she has already found her mate. Is she the witch that was mated to an alpha?. We heard that a beautiful witch was mated to an alpha. We were shocked when we heard it. It has not happened for years now that a witch was mated to a wolf” said Hector. “ Please I need to know if you have seen any elders from my coven” pleaded Rick. They were silent for some time before Darius spoke. “ We will get back to you in a short while. You can go back to rest”.

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap:

"If she did, she's a real good liar, but I intend to find out. She is keeping a lot of secrets from me. She says she doesn't want me involved for fear I could get hurt." "And you don't believe her?" "I don't know. I do know all of this is tied to her mother somehow, but she won't open up to me, but then again, I have known her less than 48 hours. I have to be patient. She didn't ask for me to come crashing into her life." "I did some research on that as well. And it is possible for a witch to bind her wolf. If he or she doesn't want to be identified, it is how they get in and out of other realms without being detected."

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

That's a first. "Miss J." the girl's honey sweet voice greeted the Witch with a hug. Miss J returned the embrace before stepping aside and gestured toward him. The girl froze up at the sight of him, which wasn't at all surprising. If she was a Witch like Janice, she could sense what he is almost immediately. "Willow sweetie, this is Dante. He's helping me with a few issues." Janice looked toward the entry way, "May we come in?" she asked her. Willow opened her mouth to speak.

“No, nothing more. Only that the Moon goddess stopped the matings to punish the witches and their greed.” My mind raced over the events of the last few days, and everything Duncan exposed. “So Duncan comes from a witch and wolf. Being the child of that mating, he gained both a wolf and magic. And since we don’t have any cross-species matings to protect us, that’s why, as a witch, he can use his magic on wolves. Holy shit!” I surge to my feet as I unravel all of this. Finn watches me work through it. I’m sure he’s already 50 steps ahead.