Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Witches

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.

That he’d been lying. Aria pulled every book she could find on witches down from the shelves, stacking them around her chair until she was half barricaded in by old leather tomes. She flipped through page after page, scanning faded ink and brittle parchment. Most of it she already knew, the stories she had read before. That the six original witches had created the other supernatural races, wolves, vampires, fae, demons. That those creations eventually turned on them, wiping them out and slaughtering their direct lines.

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

She quickly pulled out the book from the shelf. Under its title was a written quotation that said, "A book for witches." Even though she knew herself that she didn't have witch blood, she still decided to give it a try. Nowo quickly went down so that she could start reading it.

"We have been reading in the old books while you were gone. There are stories in there about vǫlur getting help from a thurse and stories of storms that made ships sink and fog that made warriors lose their way. I found nothing in our own scripts… and I didn't find anything about the dark one" "I remembered that the Malleus Maleficarum has some chapters about witches creating storms. But none of them had anything usable or true for that matter. I tried looking for something that fits with what Soleil told about the dark one, but it is like searching for a needle in a stack of hay in that book. So we still don't know what we are up against and what it has to do with Soleil". Gudrun looks up f

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Her eyes widened as she placed a hand underneath the book, catching it before it could hit the ground. Witches were like fiction in the world of wolves. Never existing but there. Like whispers of the night, to stop kids from wandering into the mountains too far. It worked because even those who were kids before now told their children the same stories they failed to believe. No one believed the stories but they loved it. It was particularly interesting. She bit her lips slightly as she dropped the other books and picked only the 'Diary of the witches' to read.

There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication. Hunter passed the book to Ulric, and Clarence watched over his shoulder as he flipped through the pages. “This is a witch's grimoire,” Ulric remarked. “Not a witch,” said Hunter. “William Winters fancied himself more of an alchemist. I guess that's how he justified sending all those other people to their deaths.” “But I thought the hunters hated anything supernatural,” Bella said, confused. “Why would one of their forefathers have an entire book about magic?”

) And another three thousand marched with me, Anton, Evanore, and Alora to face the witches. It seemed like forever but it only took us a few minutes to march across the portal to the region. The smell of burning houses and flesh filled the air along with screams of horror as souls were being fed on by phantoms conjured by the witches. Their warfare was quite simple. Since combating werewolves and Lycans would be suicidal, they created chaos and brought in evil spirits to do their dirty work. I unleashed the fury I had kept locked in for hours now and opened the portal back to the underworld, caging and sending the spirits into the burning abyss. Evanore formed a shield to protect us while t

“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.