Earth Witches Novels & Stories

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

the hood on he could easily disappear into the shadows as if he was never there. “Do I know you” I asked while cocking my head to the side. He let out a deep laugh that seemed forced. Once done, he narrowed his white glowing eyes at me that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “So you ask for my help and you don’t even know who I am tsk tsk Kiara. I thought you were smarter than that, after all you are one of the only ones that can actually tap into my magic without suffering a horrible death.” I took a step back and looked at him with my eyes wide open. ‘Holy shit, its him. Kiara be on guard, he is the God of the underworld and of darkness.’ Anya warned me while I stood frozen s

Despite her delicate appearance, she emanated a quiet power that made even the most formidable members of our pack take notice. Meredith, a witch, is one of the few beings in our world who possesses the gift of eternal youth. Unlike werewolves, whose lives were measured by the cycles of the moon and the passage of time, witches existed outside those boundaries, their bodies untouched by the ravages of age. It was said that they harnessed the very essence of life itself, drawing upon ancient magic to remain forever young.

In certain regions belonging to the Atlantic Ocean, witches was seen as a “evil” in certain moments of distress. The city of Lovadu, for years and years, suffered violence, reaching a moment of crisis. In that city there was a young man called Igor Hunton, son of Clarina and Sebastian Hunton, he had an older and a younger brother.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

Never underestimate a Larkspur’s smile. Solstice (SOL-stiss) – Tied to lunar and solar cycles, this coven channels celestial magic and cosmic alignment. Members are known to rise as star-priests, lightweavers, and keepers of balance between day and night. Aetherwind (EE-ther-wind) – Cloud-walkers and storm-callers, Aetherwind witches are aerial mages who manipulate weather, winds, and sky-born magic. They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically.

Maddox’s POV: Caleb and I swung our heads toward Eldric while screeching in unison, “What? How?” Staring into the distance, he nodded very slowly, lost in thought, “A witch.” Caleb frowned in confusion, “I thought you said we burned all the witches loyal to Derek’s regime.” Glancing at him, Eldric answered, “Not them. She’s someone else. Old, powerful, cunning. Air is her element, and her expertise is to track scents…even if they’re decades old.”

“So who’s leading the group that wants to enslave Elara and Junior’s packs?” “There is a small group of chaos witches that broke from their home coven about a decade ago. They now call themselves Ember and Ash. They live among humans, but despise them; they just despise living like homesteaders in the forest more. Their leader’s name is Eliza. That is what my contact was able to get to me. She doesn’t travel outside the forest where she lives out of fear fo being attacked and having her coven be consumed by Ember and Ash.”

she asked, sensing his unease. Ethan sighed. "I'm not sure, Ava. There have been rumors of a dangerous alliance forming between a group of rogue wolves and a coven of witches." "A coven of witches?" Ava asked, surprised. "I didn't know witches were real." Ethan nodded. "They are, and they're not to be underestimated. They have the power to cast spells and manipulate people's minds." Ava shuddered at the thought. "What can we do to stop them?"

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel