Dc Witches Novels & Stories

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

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

There were set rules and guidelines which every witch in the coven was meant to follow, anyone who disobeyed or did not abide by them would be punished or banished from the coven One of the most sacred rules for a witch was *Never fall in love with a werewolf. Why? Because Thousands of years ago, the witches and the werewolves were at war. The werewolves had fed on the witches for too long, taking them as if they were objects of pleasure, which was so displeasing. The witches finally protested against it, and when the werewolves showed no concern, the war began. After a long war, the witches and werewolves decided to go their ways, never crossing each other's paths again. the war happened lo

I had to win because we were up against Juvilan and Stacy’s team. "Let's throw a towel at your ex and your garbage cousin," Lore said. "Come here with me, Carmilla," Maurice said. These two are obvious! Seriously, are they using a couple heroes? Carmilla and Cecilion? What a corny pair, they are obviously in a relationship, but they are just keeping it hidden from us.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

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.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Her mother, who was a Grand witch named Susan, had sojourned with her father a day before over these unusual topics. Her father was a Hybrid (werewolf and vampire). And, her mother was a pure-blooded Grand witch, born into the core witches Coven. So, that makes Daciana a half-witch and, the other half is a mix of a vampire and werewolf. She was a full-blooded tribrid, the three powers were enormous for her to handle. You see why I said her kind was rare and never made it past seventeen right? When Daciana brings out all three powers (Vampire, wolf, and witch), her eyes turn pure red. Scary red. The type to make Dracula think of her as a love interest.