Gege Witch Novels & Stories

Victoria looked grey, like she was going to be sick. "What's wrong?" "I was wrong. They aren't after the twins. They took Ellen." "What do you mean? Who are they? "The Gideon Witches." "The what?" "The Gideon Witches are dark witches. They use death and sacrifices to become more powerful. They're taken, Ellen. I tried to track her, but I was not strong enough. Only you can find her. You have the strongest link to her." "Tell me what to do." Victoria started chanting in some creepy language. Before she could finish, Maddox, Damon, and Lucy burst through the door.

Old Shit Witch sighed, shaking her head. “Right, cause I’m going to buy that. Where are the red heels that will take me home if you’re supposed to be Glinda the Good Witch of the North? And if you’re the Good Witch, were those playing cards your henchmen? Cause if they are fuck you. Shit Witch didn’t have anyone stab my dick.” I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet.

However, others were regarded as just mere subordinates Wiiccan and they will never evn dare compare themselves to the original. Wiccan were comprised mostly by female disciples and the only time they will allow an pposote sex to enter their circle was when they needed a slave, or worst a sacrifice. They often reside deep in the forest but at some point in time, wicans were alos found workshipping their goddess at the Kingdom of Corona. The lat princess Cercei was even a regular to their temple. It is revealed that they channel their power through four items which symbolize hecate herself. The items being a dagger, rope, key and torch.

Melissa nodded and the woman began. "Okay, I already told you earlier, my name is Diane Whitmore, a human witch. I was born in Minnesota, in the United States. I believe your wolf realm bleeds into the country. If not the continent." She smiled. "I married there before I even knew I was a witch and gave birth to twins. A daughter and a son," when she said the word son, Melissa noticed her face went sad.

Alpha Magnus POV I ordered my guards to let Celeste in immediately, eager to meet with the powerful witch. "Please let Celeste in right now. She is important, do not keep her waiting," I instructed. As I waited for Celeste to arrive, I couldn't believe that she had honored my invitation. Celeste was one of the greatest and most feared witches in North America, known for her extraordinary abilities and her role as a seer. She had previously been the coven leader of the witches in America, succeeding the legendary Ava, who had mysteriously disappeared.

Chicha raised her eyebrow and teased Vivienne. Vivienne seemed to be in a laid-back attitude today. It didn't look like she was stern as she would usually be. I was kind of surprised by the way Chicha just spoke to Vivienne as I would have never imagined any of the witches speaking to her like that no matter if it were in a joking manner. I assumed she had the liberty to do so due to her rank as the third witch in the coven.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

I instruct before shifting into my wolf. “I hope this works,” Zeus says. She shifts into her wolf and gets ready to attack with Elliot and me. We move closer to them, hiding our scent as best as much as we can, but that probably won’t be a problem since the dominant smell in this place seems to be that of the dead. “Is it ready yet?” “Yes…” the witch says. “You only have one more chance—-” We growl and jump out from hiding and grab his leg. We sink our teeth in, and he yells in pain as he kicks us off.

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.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”