Novel & Cerita Fiction Witch Novels

After a few hours, I plunge then took into semi-darkness, leaving only a small light on, and slip under the covers. I glare at the book. "Very well! It's just you and me!" I lean against the headboard and put the book on my lap. What I discover is fascinating. It's a collection of handwritten accounts of witches of all ages. The oldest dates back to the Middle Ages. The writings are indeed originals. I touch them with deference. What some witches experienced in discovering their gift seems to reflect my own emotions. I'd never thought I'd read so much in one day, but I identify with them so much that I forget the time.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

Diana said giving Stacy her books and a kiss on the forehead and went to lay down. Stacy ram up the stairs with her books, putting them on her pink bookcase and flipped through the books with pictures of the creatures. Vampires they had big long fangs, pale childlike skin and dark eyes it was said they didn't age at all, werewolves they were beautiful and they were strong and shifted, they had alphas and they were loyal, protective and it was said they only were around to make sure the vampires kept a low and didn't get out of hand. Then you had witches in some stories they were ugly warts, and they were mean creatures, in other stories that were beautiful creatures that had the most power i

He cocked his head, the boyish smile on his lips. "Of course, something about Witches and felines?" He asked her, probably to seem like a joke, but Willow shook her head. "No. Witches can have different types of familiars, I just like cats. I feel relaxed around them and it seems like my brain is a chaotic mess right now." Willow stepped up to his car where Roy opened the door for her. He leaned over the door as she got in.

I released the breath I was holding in one big sigh and turned to face my family behind me. "When I left New Jersey eighteen years ago I had never been so scared in my life. I didn't know I was a witch at the time. I had taken a beating from my foster mother because I had forgot to wash a cup that was sitting on the counter. In my rage I had accidentally burned down Ms. Penny's house that day. I had decided that I had had enough, and I was getting out of the system and I took off. I used every dollar I had saved for the ticket and to bribe the man at the station to let me board. I ended up in New Orleans and that is where I had met Wendy. She found me wandering the streets that first night a

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She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

She said moving to the other side of the library. I came across different books about werewolves, witches, Lycans, vampires and even hybrids and many more I had no idea existed like the fairies and fox shapeshifters. Although I wanted to read them all now I knew it wasn't possible so I picked out a book that was titled ‘THE FEUD BETWEEN TWO WORLDS’ this was written in big bold engraved like the font on the hard black cover then there was another title underneath ‘THE WOLVES AND THE VAMPIRES’

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”