Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

“If this rite is to be done, it must be done in solemnity. Council, do we vote to allow the witches to proceed?” A thousand hands waved. Some for, some against. The dividing chant went on until at last the motion passed by the thinnest margin. A few Alphas stood in protest and left the hall in disgust, but most stayed, curiosity and hunger bounding them. The witches prepared. They lit herbs, smoke swirled, perfuming the room with bitter-sweet scents that pricked the eyes. They laid a circle of salt around Winny. The younger witch handed me a bowl with water and something that shivered like a captured star. My hands almost refused to accept it. Winny looked at me once, a flash of fear and ple

What audacity as if I owed them some kind of explanations on my packs matters. "Then also, we need clarity as to why the White Witches Clan refuses to work with any other packs except with the Alpha of Terror. As you can see on the contracts, it's a treaty between them. But is it really a treaty with seven units of his shielders on their land? Or are the witches forced to work under him against their will? We would like to know after all, supernatural beings have rights too." "The audacity of these so-called journalists is beyond explanation. So witches have rights, but vampires don't?" Caleb puffed, switching off the TV before throwing the remote against the wall.

"I've heard witches have spells to verify bloodlines. The werewolves are tight with witches— why not invite one to check?" Clara shot it down immediately. "No way! The pup is mine and Jax's— we don't need a witch to confirm." But Jax nodded. "Let's do it your way." Word spread like wildfire about the witch being invited by the pack. Everyone was curious about the new potential ruler. Three days later, crowds packed the pack hall entrance to watch the witch cast her spell. Under the witch's magic, five red marks flew from the little red wolf's forehead. One landed on Jax's hand; the other four shot toward the pack's living quarters.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.