Fantasy Books About Witches Novels & Stories

now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, isn't that just a myth? The more Aza thought, the more confused he was with the contents of the book. Or maybe this is a fairy tale book that he accidentally read and fell asleep, while sleeping the book hit his head so that he forgot that he had the book and read it last night, ok like that. "Argh! No logic, no logic, no logic! What the hell!" Aza grumbled in frustration. "Aza! Come down! Let's eat!" At the moment the confusion in Aza's mind widened, Aubrey's voice was like a savior for Aza who was thinking so hard that he was confused by what he was thinking.

“It’s nothing serious. My mind was just… drifting.” “Were you thinking about your family?” “More or less,” replied Erin non-committally. She didn’t want to scare the woman away with her wild tale of how she’d been transported back to the past by the same dream stone that she had supposedly only received the night before. Erin wondered if witchcraft was a thing in this era and what was the punishment for those convicted of possessing such powers.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

Berilla gasped in realization, “So this is why she broke an oath on life after death!” The witch chanted, her voice doubled and echoed. Several things swung around in the heavy wind. The book was divided into three copies and landed in front of the leaders. Both witches' eyes widened in understanding. Then it must mean all of them had these books, as one book was with the witches, one will be with the beasts, and one in the Other World with demons. The witch kept her chants going and currents in the air grew fiercer. A whirlpool was born but the people in the room seemed unbothered.

I go through each, flipping through pages of what seems like strange concoctions that look like potions, how to cook a pig in less than five minutes, how to draw flames from your bare hands. There's every possible thing pointing at the kind of lifestyle they lived, and it all seems like it's taken straight out of a fantasy book, all of them pointing toward the existence of magic. Like they were actual witches. I skim through more, hungry for more, wishing I could read all of them, learn from each of them, but that's clearly not possible. I draw closer to the end of the shelf until my hand stops at the very last book, wrapped in old paper. I pick it up, unraveling it slowly while my curiosity

“Witch? Come on, Sienna. Do I really seem like some powerful magical being?” She crossed her arms and studied me up and down. “I believe you’re talented at disguising your true nature. I’ve been learning all about what witches can do,” she added, nodding her head back toward the table. “How you like to prey on your victims by playing with their minds.” I looked closer at the books she had piled up. Every single one of them is about witches, and not in a good way. It’s all about identifying and hunting down evil witches - and how to kill them.

There was so much about witches I didn’t understand. Dee continued. “The book developed a will of its own. It could choose its bearer—one who was worthy. Many sought it, but during the War of Shadows, it vanished. We all believed it destroyed… until the day Princess Helen found it. Days before her arranged marriage, the book appeared and showed her the future. She ran away—returned pregnant months later. Her children were mixed-blood: Kara and Leigh. Helen’s father locked her away, calling her cursed.”

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t