Earth Witches Novels & Stories

It hits her, and she falls hard and fast. “Zeus, catch her.” Zeus shifts and flies over to her, but she stops herself. “Open the portal; I’ll bring her with me.” She instructs. Zeus descends and shifts. She waves her hand, and the portal opens. Rivk, who must have been hiding, rushes through, and so does the witch. “Should I catch them?” Elliot asks. “No, leave them.” He nods and dashes through the portal. “What about that wolf?” Zeus asks, looking at Eric.

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

That was mad deadly indeed. “Did you hear about the Female Alpha that created a bridge between witches and werewolves? What kind of witch she is?” She stopped to think until she turned to me and went back to her business. “A different kind of power, an elemental ice witch. Direct descendants of the Mother of witches, they are the higher rank in witch ministry. Let’s not talk about them.” She dismissed the topic before I could ask for more. “Why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be in Trigonia?”

Eve’s eyes flew open and she found herself face to face with a hooded woman, like the ones in her vision. “Who are you?” Eve gasped, the orange orb pulsating between the two of them now. “A daughter of Hecate. Like you.” The woman replied, “Like Poppy. There are many of us in the world. Though we are not often understood. Some call us witches, some fairies. Some laugh and say we are just very good a slight of hand.” “I… I don’t understand.” Eve’s orb was growing brighter and bigger.

’ Taking a deep breath, I promised myself, “I won’t.” My phone chimed. It was a message from Eros. ‘Look forward to when he’s following you like a puppy. And no, I don’t think I know which sorceress Ryker was referring to. There are plenty of them in the East, Xy, that’s where witches, sorceresses, faes, and other magical creatures live. But I’ll ask around, maybe someone here knows something. E.’

To our confused looks, Aurora continued, “Hecate has often been associated with witches, but the her followers are not good in any way. They are most likely to be blood witches and use dark magic. The followers of Eris are the same. They are usually from the Unseelie Court and their members are as evil as we are not.” This was a lot to take in and process. We all sat for a while, contemplating the information we had been told. I could understand the hunters working with blood witches, having dealt with Kree. For starters, witches were closer to humans than we were and had the power to control people, which might have been the case here. Blood witches were also able to conceal their true natu

His gaze seemed to pierce the floor and his thoughts grew more turbulent his mind consumed by the dark implicationof scent theft. Dark arts like this had been purged from Elyria and Nyxoria for centuries, and yet it seemed one had resurfaced. Witches were the only ones who could conjure up such devious and malevolent magic, but they had been eradicated, or so he had been taught. The history books had spoken of their demise, but the evidence before him suggested otherwise, a sinister truth that a witch still walked among them, alive, hidden in the shadows and protected. If anyone was to know about their existence and whereabouts, it would be Ivone's step family, with their tangled web of secr

My powers manifested themselves shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was a source of joy and celebration for my family. I, Ella Thompson, come from a family of old and powerful witches who are strong but forbidden from practising witchcraft in the city. For the past month, the city has been overrun by dangerous musical creatures who have cast a spell over every corner of the city, including the streets. People fear even stepping out of their houses; it's either they end up dead or lost in the forest. My parents never fail to tell me stories that happened in town, and as a child, I was made to believe that they were monsters in the shower when I happened to be one of them, the monster

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

She understood that, but it didn’t have her eager to line up to meet the broadside of an angry Highlander’s sword. The darkness seemed to be growing, and it had a malevolent tinge to it. She shivered as she wondered if it were her imagination, or if there was witchcraft involved in the darkening fog. She wasn’t the only witch Walstone kept as a prisoner, but she didn’t think they had caught up with her yet.