Dc Witches Novels & Stories

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

Decima makes an impressing face. "You see, the human is with us. And trust me, Maddox is going to kill you if you ever think about laying a finger on her." "Speaking of him...where is Maddox Dasher?" Decima crossed her hands together once again. _____________________________________ "Witches?" Pidge let out a scoff. She was like in a fantasy world. Witches are said to be mythical creatures in the modern world. She doesn't belives this. "Are you kidding me?" her eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

In perfect tandem, they draw a symbol on the ground at each end of the wolves and I. "Brace yourself" Dante shouts to the crowd. The witches slam their hands on the symbols and flash, we are in the witch realm. Surrounded by carnage. Screams and snarls. Hissing and cutting. People running and fighting. Buildings on fire. Not standard fire, blue fire from spells.

They knew that the witches and wizard’s attacks were imminent but hoped the attack won’t happen soon as they tried to be mentally ready for them. Suddenly, they heard a strange noise as an ugly long-nosed dwarfish wizard charges towards Dike, it was easy, he allowed him to get so close and he used the portion on him and the wizard dematerialized before them. After few seconds, you could hear strange noises everywhere as other witches were charging towards them, but as they got close, the warriors used the portion on each of them and they dematerialized instantly. One of the warriors called Chukwuebuka was so traumatized by the look of these witches and wizards because of his childhood experi

*Flashback : 1000 years Earlier* A very dangerous and dark witch named Dahlia terrorized four human villages every full moon. And today was another full moon as she emerged from the shadows like death itself. In the distance, the villages stood, and she watched them while licking her cracked lips. It was time, this was her night!

Unfortunately for him, he had to deal with her Dark Magic first hand. "From what we have gathered, she has taken a liking to Rogues in particular as they don't like to follow leaders." his gaze settled on Dante and Jayce. "Some Dark Witches have also taken a liking to her, but they have gone into hiding." he mentioned, shifting his gaze to Janice. She nodded her head, but her grey eyes showed how deeply this news troubled her. "What is the plan of action?" Jax asked after he recollected himself and probably doubled checked to make sure he didn't soil himself after the Werewolf King had him pinned briefly.

Even if she had wanted to, Merlin doubted that she could speak, as the tale Aunt May told her stunned her into silence. The Cottard witches were the oldest and most powerful of the witches in the bayou, their history and heritage filled with secrets and legends, that were passed down through the generations. One such legend told of a witch, born to each generation, who had the power to control all the elements of nature, unlike most witches, who can only manipulate one. There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Just as the people of the Witch Cult cried and panicked, Zendaya grasped a translucent green whip of divine thoughts and viciously lashed it out. Crack! With that whip, one could see with naked eyes that those who were bound had their souls directly drawn out and absorbed to the top of the whip of divine thoughts. This whip also seemed to absorb the power of the souls and turned them into its own use. Jade felt this was creeped out a little, and she whispered to Alex, “This wife of yours is much fiercer than your first wife.” Alex sighed helplessly. “If you had seen the current Dorothy, you wouldn't say that.”

Deidre, the Silver Witch of the North, replies. Still, the High Witch is not convinced. Demons are known to be extremely cunning and sly. Taking chances is not something the witches can afford to do. Anything that poses a threat to their hard-earned peace must be eradicated without hesitation. However, Deidre’s words make it difficult for her to act. There seems to be nothing else she can do, and demanding to conduct a personal search is tantamount to questioning the witch’s efficiency.