Diego Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

Delilah was the most feared witch in the world and the head of the most lethal assassination gang in the world. She possessed a variety of spells and was united with a great deal of black power. Both of them flew into the air as Yennefer lunged for Delilah and hurled devastating spells at the black witch. Yennefer was thrown far away by Delilah and struck a rock with great force. She remained still. Then Delilah summoned vines from the ground, all of them rapidly coming at me. Diego went ahead of me, blocking and using a spell to protect me from any injury, but the vines struck him in the chest instead. He was bleeding heavily, his blood seeping into the ground and onto the old tree that was

She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire. To counter that attack, the witch called forth a crystal cocoon that trapped Sinai inside. She struggled to free herself from their cocoon but it was all in vain. Seeing they've successfully trapped her, the witches formed a circle around the cocoon, holding their hands. Then they began the chant of Kadhijabal- the death chant. For them to successfully take Sinai down the purgatory where witches lived their afterlife, they'd need to sacrifice their own lives. As they all chatted in ancient tongues, the witches began to fall to their knees one after another, dying. However, for each one that died, her power got transfer

Does he lift ten sacks every time he’s in the field like Nikita would always say? “Now do tell me,” I said again and made my glares like daggers so he would know that I am deadly serious, “what are you, really, Diego?” I was already bracing myself for him to tell me that he is a witch. No, a male witch is called a wizard. Why am I so stupid? Despite my irrational thoughts, I was still focusing on Diego’s forthcoming answer. He smirked and said, “you would not like the answer if I tell you.”

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

, Dr Lesley interrupted, forcing their attention back to Merlin. Reluctantly, returning to the table, Juliette stood between Sébastien and Zeke, her eyes fixed on Merlin as she spoke in voice that was low but somehow loud in the quiet of the theater. "Everyone knows that a curse can only be broken by the witch who placed it so if the witch dies, the curse can never be broken. But some of the most powerful witches found a loophole, so instead of breaking the curse, they simply transferred it, but.....", she trailed off, glancing nervously at Zeke and Sébastien.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

I had taught witches just worked with the earth but after coming here, I’ve realized that our dna is different from that of humans and so we are able to control the elements and every creature in it. “So, you are basically easy prey to those of us who grew up knowing all there is to know about all kinds of supernatural beings” she say playing with the ends of her hair. “Get to the point!” I scream, tired of her nonsense. “What makes you think that you are not a prey in the eyes of Damian?” she asked with a smirk and I wanted nothing more than to wipe out that smirk of hers. “Go to hell” I reply before storming out of there, with no interest in whatever she has to say anymore.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Standing at the front of a thousand witches I was a bit scared staring at the eyes of everyone who looked at me. "Today marks the end of a chapter and the beginning of a book, we lost four of our witches today including our past Queen mother. The rouge pack has dropped a milestone on us and have shuffled the reins of our foundation and strength. We stand together to place them in peace as they rest on and to give them a second chance at life above, with us or down below us. Rest on Soldiers" She dropped the fire touch on their bodies as we all chanted the death song, everyone was pissed and thirsty for revenge.