Dc Witches Novels & Stories

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at me suspiciously. "Why don't we have a witch pact then." I suggested. A witch pact is more like an oath, a witch can't go back on... Once the pact is done and seal, there's no breaking it... If I do, then I die. "Fine by me." Terror replied shrugging. ***** Christian's POV: "Why isn't she coming back?" Maria asked pacing around worriedly. "We just need to be patient with her. I'm sure she will come back soon and end this." I said trying to pacify her.

She was out of breath from running around. Dina is our covens 2nd witch in line. The council reports to our superiors witches, and then our 2nd witch in command. Dina is around my age or even younger. The witches that manage Witchy World, besides the council, are the superior witches. Our elder witches are the retired covened witches that teach other supernaturals and assist the superior witches with their task and spells. They are mostly found teaching in the academy. Our superior witches are only around when we have gatherings or meetings.

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...

Her head was spinning after whatever happened. "Are you alright dear?" The same woman who glanced at her with pity asked. She is Cara, wife of Zen's friend. "Yes but I don't understand what's happening?" Veronica shook her head confused. "People here are___" She had no words to explain. "I understand your feelings, Veronica but I think you should be careful..." She said with concerned face. "Why? And why everyone is scared of him?" She asked confused. "You don't know who Vladimir Volkov is?"

Let it make them squirm. One of the elders leaned forward, hands clasped tightly in front of him. “We only speak out of concern. You are an Alpha, Dante. But your mate… she is a witch. Witches do not follow our ways. They do not always honor the pack. How can we trust she will not bring conflict?”