Fictional Witches Novels & Stories

EIGHT MONTHS LATER JEFF POV These past eight months have been grueling and the most challenging I’ve ever had to deal with. No vampire attacks had happened but for some reason wolves kept coming up missing. Not just from our pack either. It was happening to packs across the country. Rumors of some turning up weeks later, only to attack their own pack as a rabid. My Beta was searching high and low for a witch that would help us. The issue was no witch wanted to help. They all refused either out of fear of the Vampire King or the fear of using black magic and losing their powers all together. I sat at my desk as I contemplated what to do next. Suddenly my wolf Alec perked up and started runnin

The Elders had been informed about most of the things, but only four of the wolves of the pack - Ezekiel, Noelle, Grey and Alec - knew the full extent of what was going on. "Aww.. You want me to send you pictures?" Noelle smiled at him smugly as she sat down next to Rowena who was giggling like a school girl as always. "You really need to start acting like a proper lady." Noelle looked over at Maria, offended, only to realize that she was talking to Rowena. It was so funny how in all types of literature, witches were shown as crazy old hags with long nose and warts on their whole face and pointy hats and a stupid scratchy voice, who rode broomsticks.

The kids were busy, playing with the building blocks. "I am sorry I don't understand, aunty." "Your mother was a true born, which, Regina wasn't. There are two kinds of witches, one who is born with some magical ability, like mind reading, conjuring, ability to talk to spirits. Others do not have any special abilities, but they can create spells and potions. They learn to be a witch. Regina didn't have any power of her own." "But she was a coven leader, isn't it?" I asked. I assumed being a leader meant being the alpha, the strongest.

When Dante had grabbed the witch's arm it had really been him there as they would have been too difficult to fake but he backed off after that and all of the rest was just a ruse. Her witches are now exhausted as they realize that they have been taking on fake wolves this entire time. The rest of my pack walks out with wolfy smiles as they surround the witches. Not just a few wolves that were in the illusion but the entire pack, a few hundred strong, walk out and surround the witches who gulp at the sight of the surrounding forces.

“Witch? Yes, but they are not mythical creatures.” “If they are not mythical creatures, then what are they?” Davis asked, now becoming interested in this discussion. “Witches or Wizards are human beings that had learned how to cast spells and use magic by a fae years ago. It was said that the fae had been banished from her world and because of that, she wanted to have revenge so she started to build her own army. Since it was earth, which only consisted of humans she had to train them and teach them how to wield the spells and cast them properly, but then the humans killed her after learning such power and they wanted to have their own rules and laws.”

He told him. Hierro frowned. Even though what Reyan said is similar to what he has seen in movies, still, he knows that this is reality, and reality is way crueler than fiction, which was based on reality. He knows how truly dangerous the world is now. “In another world, the witches were divided into two factions.” Reyan continued as if he didn’t see Hierro’s frown. “The evil witches are called ‘black witches’, while the good witches that cures and help people are the ‘white witches’.” He said. “Since the witch that came to this world is an evil witch, then I will tell you about the evil witches of that world.” He told Hierro.

The physical evidence only led to the center of the field and then nothing, as if the kidnappers and Alexi had just disappeared without a trace. Coming up the road were many more vehicles; two vehicles carried the Packs Witches and the other the King's Witches. The Pack Witches felt offended that the King's Witches were called upon. The King's Witches felt they were far more Superior and magically capable than the Pack Witches. The two sets of witches did not work well together at all. However, both sets of witches agreed that there was lots of magic residue everywhere.

Overall the place seemed very grand, meant for a royal but then an image of the castle materialized into my head and the current place I was in was nothing compared to it. Thinking about the castle led my thoughts to William; oh how I missed him! I could feel the tears well up in my eyes when I realized what was about to happen; Elizabeth somehow transformed into my appearance and would go to my mate pretending to be me and live the life that was meant to be mine. "Why don't you take a seat and I'll explain everything to you, huh?" the kind lady asked in a soft tone of voice. I nodded my head in reply and took a seat on one of the many couches. "Well you see, My name is Margo and I'm one of

"Dreams that feel so real. You are Zaekyr. Athena." "I'm not. It's not real." Anna said stubbornly. "I was just a kid when the war between the witches and the wolves happened. And I saw her face. Fierce, the leader of the witches. It was a collective votes of the wolves that made the story of the witches die, but mothers still told it to the children....even when also they don't believe it's true. The children get scared while they are kids and in the future, they also don't believe that the witches are real. They are....and many others. If we can exist, they can exist too. We don't just know them."

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.