Fictional Witches Novels & Stories

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

The glimpse I saw on Alatar's crystal was about twenty years ago when I was a newly born child and Lucifer looked as fine as the last time I saw him. "Why?" I asked. She placed the pillow on the couch as she rested against it. "The thing is witches were never considered supernatural. Our ancestors portrayed them as evil beings with evil purposes. It was believed that these witches could call upon spirits of dead ones to summon them." Do witches have their magic broom and all the pointy hat stuff? It makes me drift back to a time when I used to watch an animation showing when I was a kid, in which there are old-looking witches with a magic wand and a broom as their mode of transport and dress

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

The witches. It was only a theory, a gnawing suspicion that had been creeping into my thoughts lately. Strange things had been happening in the pack. Wolves had started acting strangely—aggressive, paranoid, and in some cases, they had gone missing altogether. Damian blaming Elijah for everything, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. The witches were known for their ability to twist reality, to manipulate emotions and cause fractures where there had once been unity. If they were involved, if they were behind this growing chaos, then I needed to figure it out. Fast.

Those cows, it was Tessa who took my wolf out, she said she put her to sleep so I wouldn't change when I tried to run away. And as fate would have it, the person who took my wolf has the same name as the little girl whose liver, arm and leg I destroyed, sister of Décima. - Witches? What were they like? - Said taking a tablet from I don't know where. - Their names were Lili, Tessa and Zora. They presented themselves to me as mercenaries looking for money. They kidnapped people and sold them to the family if they were rich or auctioned them off to the highest bidder.

"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.

She giggled. "After surviving being burnt alive, I can totally understand. Believe me!" "I'm sorry about your friends…when I got there, I had just the time to grab you," I said. "Thank you for saving me," she said in an emotional tone. "They weren't witches though. Agatha, one of the women, only pretends to hex folks that irritate her. Gina only got the title because of her hunchback and the tragic story of her family," she explained.

The witch of the south, Persephone the witch of creation. The witch of the East, Freya the witch of space. Each of the four witches and their master were legends in this world. Even more so in Lustburg. They had created an organization that was nearly equal in power with the church. Barely concealing his excitement and cursing his currently uncouth appearance, Sol turned toward Edea. "I really need a bath right now. I feel bad talking to a new acquaintance like that." Looking at Sol walking towards Edea's cottage while being helped by her, Freya couldn't help but feel a little weird.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”