Earth Witches Novels & Stories

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

He said, moving away from the middle of the class along with Keira. Like an unspoken rule, each coven occupied a column of seats, none of them mixing into the seats of other covens. The earth witches sat on the first column. The blue witches, second, and the red witches, last. Almost immediately, a tall black haired earth witch made her way to the front of the class with purposeful strides and curtsied. Facing the class, she squared her shoulders and heaved determinedly then smiled. "My name is apple and I own a bird familiar." She paused.

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from

The Doom Family. This woman belonged to that bloodline, her kind had been responsible for wiping away his ancestors, almost making other beings extinct. Alpha Lawrence growled deep in his throat not missing the surprise that shone in the woman’s eyes. The woman had been caught trying to resurrect a dead person with occult powers, she was a black Witch. A very powerful one according to his men that had watched her make the incantations by the river. Although weakened by age, witches were never to be underestimated. With only a few whispers they could have the entire earth collapsing on itself. They were very powerful beings and the scariest thing about them was their quiet, unsuspecting ways

His mother was born from the long line of witches, but she had no powerful magick in her like he had. She was an Earth witch, who used Earth's power to heal and communicate with animals. She also could make herbal remedies and healing potions with various herbs, flowers, plants, and oils, that could help people with different ailments and heal them completely. She had her own spell book of blends, and it was powerful in its own way, but it was not like Art's magick.

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

Theia comments, distracting me from my thoughts. “How so?” I ask. “What of Hecate? Why not mention her role?” Theia responds bored. “Hecate? Isn’t she the three faced Goddess? Why would a wolf call out to her?” I ask unsure of the connection. “The witches follow her.” Theia responds. “Last I checked, no one in the story is a witch.” I say rolling my eyes. “Then you don’t know the story.” Theia says, yawning.

Caleb said, looking between Aiden and Ally who looked at each other, speaking with their eyes. It was Aiden that replied "The wolves were able to win the war that they called the great purge so many years ago because some witches helped them. Led by a sect of witches, called the Marin witches. Doro–" He winced, as if the name burned him "Dorothea was one of those witches. She captured me for a time and when I escaped, I killed all of them that I could find, saving her for last. I killed her. She has to be dead and someone is trying to use her name–"

Though his composure never cracked, I caught the subtle signs of unease in his demeanor. "It seems that Hecate has invaded the werewolf boundary," I clarified. His expression darkened at the mention of her name. "Hecate?" His tone dropped slightly, laced with skepticism. "The Goddess of Witches? But why?" His jaw tightened. "We, Dark Elves, have spent centuries staying out of the conflict between the Moon Goddess and the Goddess of Witches."

It was shining so brightly that I had to use my hands to cover my eyes. "Do not be afraid my child" This voice, it does not belong to the priestess. It was so warm and smooth. My ears jerking to hear the sound of it again. "It is I, Hapoda, God of all the witches clan. We are four gods sent by the supreme ruler to watch over the earth. Valarus, The god of vampires, Eridal, the god of werewolves, and I, the God of witches." Ok...Where was this going?.