Fiction Witch Novels Novels & Stories

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

“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.

Someone in that dive bar had answers, and if not, I guess I have a way to let out some steam. Still, as I stalked through the quiet streets, the night closing in around me, I couldn’t shake the ghost of her scent. Lavender, storm rain, wild magic. It clung to me, threading into my lungs like smoke, and no matter how deep I breathed, I couldn’t burn it out. I’m sure I’ll see her again, I just don’t know if I’ll see her as an enemy or a mate. Witches and I have a long history together. Especially the High Witch.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

On a serious note, I see you enjoying your stay and study here, you are in for loads of positive memories. I hadn't had the best of my childhood largely because of my sickness. My magic was too ‘powerful for my body' and had made me so sick and until, a year ago, Mum hadn't known there was a cure. Apparently, there was no normal cure for it and I could only be healed with magic. My mother, according to all she told me, was the strongest witch the world has seen in ages. She had told me many times that witches weren't as strong as they had been in the past. In the past, witches were capable of doing incredible things and were greatly feared by the werewolves and even the vampires. But as civi

She said. "Exactly. Cos it's fiction. Don't be easily convinced. I'm pretty sure that is how the story goes. This must be the last book of the series." "It's volume one." Anna said it a quiet voice and Sandra sighed as she dropped the book back on the table. "We have done about 60 dresses. It should be enough. Let's go." "Sandra." "No, Anna. Let's drop it. Witches. Don't. Exist. No one have ever seen them before. Okay? Why would witches exist in a world of wolves?" She snapped and Anna sighed taking the remaining dresses.

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?”

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap:

"What is it like in your world? I used to read books about your world when I was little, they were just stories though or so I thought. I can't believe those stories were true." "Well, in my world there are also stories about you people. We read about werewolves and vampires and mermaids and wraiths and of course witches," she laughs at that, "I never knew those stories were true, being one is beyond my wildest imaginations," she says with a smile which Katie returns. "Your story definitely beats mine" she says. "I'll tell you all about my world when we have the time," Sarah tells her and that lights up her face.