Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

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

He increased the volume and the fluid voice of the man on the screen filled the room. "... establishing ties with old and powerful packs, is a must for any new pack hoping to survive the rocky beginning. The Felt Hunting Club is a perfect way for young alphas like Donovan Creel, Rigel Howcraft and Tobias Lentiyn to get into the graces of these already established Alphas and maybe even form an alliance with them." Helena's magic roared inside of her, an untamed fury that demanded revenge for all the man she was seeing had done. "Are you alright?" Her father asked and she turned to him with a smile.

he stated. Bryan and Frank nodded. One dropped our packages, and the other dropped Todd, who asked, “What are the four elements they can master?” Good question, Todd. He asked one of my doubts for me. I almost gave him a thumbs up. “Wind, water, fire and earth. Thus we've got the Lady of Wind, also known as the White Witch; the Lady of Water, the Blue Witch; the Lady of Fire, the Red Witch; and finally, the Lady of Earth, the Black Witch. To my knowledge, the one behind Bentley was the White Witch.”

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.