Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

She sighed dreamingly and I nodded in response. “Damn right. But you owe me an answer Red.” I said to her, tracing my hand across the back of her ears with my finger. “I need to know how to kill the fucking witch because now that I think about it, she’s not going to let rule.” My eyes were dark as I stared at her, giving her the sexiest stare I could muster. “It’s simple. You just need two ingredients. A mixture of Mugwort and mountain ash. You just make a powder and blow it in her face. Or get it into her blood and she’ll die from it.”

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

THE EARTH WITCH COVEN It was another day for the secret meeting of the earth witches. They needed to know the progress on the issue at hand, which Is how to defeat the black witch of the Ivory Coast. The only person that had put great fear in their tender hearts. The witches were seated and murmuring as usual. They were getting impatient already. Ella, the white witch of the Ivory Coast walked in with her daughter and Alora, her second in command. Everywhere became silent and the witches stood up to honor her.

take over his pack while I dispose of their alpha they will be an easy target.” The witch said. But something was off why is she offering up this information what does she get out of this. “So, you summoned me to give me this information? Ok witch, what do you get out of me attacking the Alpha’s pack, while he’s coming after you?” I asked frowning looking at her suspiciously. “Why alpha I’m offended, I thought we were friends that help each other out from time to time.” “Cut the crap witch, we are far from friends, now how will me attacking his pack help you?” “Fine, when a pack loses members, their entire pack feels the loss and it is quite painful from what I hear. So, while he is at

“You mean it won’t be easy.” She shook her head. “Witches are tricksters. They’re slippery and sly. They can teleport, change their appearance, and even move their entire homes with the snap of a finger. If you make an attempt and fail, the witch will come after you with a vengeance unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” The warning hung heavy in the air. Nathan, who had been silently listening, finally spoke. “So, if we do this, we have to get it right the first time. No room for errors.”

“May the Goddess empower! May our power devour!” They hovered high in the air. Black smoke rose from the ground, swirling out and then shaping into black misty wolf creatures. “May the shadows rise. May the shadows be their demise.” His pack jumped in the air and tried to snap at the witches, but they kept missing. “Devour them!” The witches rose higher out of their reach. “Devour them now!” Just when he wasn’t sure what they should do to get them down. A broom twirled over him and slammed the first witch in her head. She fell from the air, screaming.

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

I wish I had mastered the art of flying, or had a flying chariot at hand. As the heir-apparent, I was only allowed to master certain aspects of magic–some defense, some basic housekeeping spells, and some healing magic. The highest purpose of Venusian Witches is to bring life and beauty wherever they go. And that’s the aspect of my magic that was honed the most. I can turn this space beautiful with a flick of my wrist, but a fat lot of good that will do me. I wish I was more adept at useful stuff, like Ann.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?