Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Witches

“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first

Alpha Gordons stood up and started pacing around the room in fury. “Alpha, I stumbled upon a book in the Pack’s archive hidden by one of your ancestors and it was tagged Do witches still exist? The book was not there for decoration, there was a reason your ancestors must have kept it safe. I read the book in and out, and the information I garnered was too good to be true. Alpha, Witches still exist in our world today and based on that book, the author predicted that the few which exist would want to inhabit any land they come across.” The Pack doctor left the Alpha, SPEECHLESS.

“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 were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

Only a sharp need that made my fingers shake as I reached for the first book. I headed straight down to the back section, the one where the shelves were bent under the weight of thick and dusty books that most wolves avoided. The air here was heavier, and thicker, as if knowledge itself had weight. If there was any information about witches, especially dangerous ones like Zaira, it would be hidden somewhere in these forgotten books. The first book I pulled was useless. The Lineage of Crescent Moon Wolves. Good for understanding bloodlines maybe, but not what I needed.

That’s when she figured that Isabella wasn’t from here. “You must be from another time period.“ “What do you mean?” “The thing you messed with wasn’t an hourglass. It was a witching glass.” “A witching what?” “The thing you called an hourglass. I read about it in my mothers’ books. It's an hourglass that’s been enchanted to control time. This item allows a person to travel between the past, the present, and the future.” “So, am I in the past?” “Yes.” “What year is it?”

She carried her weathered leather-bound book under her arm, the one I'd seen her clutch like it held the secrets of the universe. “We don’t have time for this,” she announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ryan is right. More supernaturals... the witches, the warlocks, the werewolves... are dying by the hundreds with every time we waste. And the death won't stop until there's nothing left." She set the book on the table with a heavy thud and flipped through its yellowed pages. The scent of old paper and faint magic filled the air. She stopped on an illustration that made my blood run cold.

When I get back to the Witch house I immediately notice how quiet everything is. There are no witches gathered in the main room and nobody in the kitchen either. Where are they all at? There is nowhere close by for them to go. Where could they all be at? Walking up the stairs to head towards the family quarters, I am shocked to see that everybody is in the library. There are hardly any books in here so I am not sure what they are all doing here. That is until I see that every shelf is full of books. There are books about everything that has to do with being a witch. Some are full of spells, other potions, some are even how to books. Heck, some are fantasy books that star witches as main char

he asks, his voice filled with both hope and concern. "That's a possibility. Yeah," I breathe. For her and Adam's sake, I hope she's not. "Witches had kingdoms of their own, before they started regrouping into covens," I say, skimming through one of the pages. "Yes? And that matters to Tammy how?" "It doesn't. I just thought you'd find it interesting to know," I respond. "Well, it wasn't. And I'm pretty sure everyone here knows that." I turn through the book about werewolves and witches, then stop, the title in a particular chapter catching my attention.

I press my lips into a thin line and move on. The third grimoire is thicker, darker, filled with the more obscure records I’ve gathered over time, rituals and warnings, fragments of older traditions. My pulse picks up slightly as I flip through it, hoping to stumble across some half-lost truth. I even find references to cursed wolves and blood-bound shapeshifters, but still… no mention of that name. No mention of those red eyes. I lean back, exhaling hard. Just as I’m about to give up, my eyes land on a fourth book, small, unassuming, bound in dull gray hide. One I almost never open. It’s handwritten and filled with anecdotal entries from witches who lived long before my time.