Glamour Witches Novels & Stories

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

I closed my eyes as I stepped out and stood in front of the large gates, a tear slipped out of my eyes as memories flooded through my mind. James wrapped his arms around me and warmth flooded through my body relaxing every nerve present, a few more tears slipped my eyes and then I finally opened them. I moved ahead and the gates opened as usual. The gates were protected by magic, they could only open if a witch or a wizard was approaching it. It was to protect the people and the world to separate it from the rest of the human universe. It was a beautiful world above the clouds.

The screaming starts. We do not find out much. The witches that are attacking are not part of a particular coven. They are almost like rogues traveling alone or in small groups. Someone just shows up and gives them their assignment. Hester did not know who this person was nor did she see their face. The woman just shows up gives them information on where to go and what spell to use.

I yelled, stepping forward, refusing to let fear shake my voice. One of the witches turned, her hood falling back. A smirk curved across her lips. “We heard about your little trial,” she said, her voice dripping with venom, “and realized this was the perfect opportunity.” “Opportunity for what?” I shot back, even though I knew. Her smile widened into something cruel. “Revenge.” My pulse pounded in my ears. The other witches closed in, their magic building around them in shimmering waves. Wolves growled weakly—unable to move, unable to shift, trapped in a spell that kept them powerless.

He was no longer a wolf. He was a monster. A howl—if it could be called that—ripped through the trees, tearing birds from branches and rattling the bones of the dead scattered beneath the roots. “He’s perfect,” Florence purred, turning to her coven. Twelve witches surrounded her, cloaked in black mist. One called down storms. One raised the dead. One wielded shadows that swallowed light itself. Their laughter was manic, broken, inhuman. Some floated. Others slithered like oil across the forest floor.

Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too long. But they were not alone. Figures stepped out from the shadows. Five witches, their skin pale as moonlight, their eyes black pits of corruption. They wore robes stitched with crimson thread, their movements inhumanly fluid. "You dare set foot in our king’s sanctum? The Bloodstone is eternal. You will be its next offering." The leader of the witches said. Delilah lifted her hands, power sparking between her fingers. Kimberly’s claws slid free as her wolf surged forward, protective and defiant. Yoona’s lips moved silently, the beginnings of a spell that shimmered in the ai

But she didn’t hesitate to help in anyway she can despite her being the weakest. From the edge of the woods different figures emerged, cloaked witches, moving with natural grace like they were floating , their eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. They carried weapons that beamed with energy , spells humming faintly in the air. Some launched projectiles while others advanced silently, attacking from between trees and cutting off escape routes. The defense answered fast. Wolves rushed forward to the staggered lines, some were shifting while running, some of them were already bleeding, and the space between them and the witches lit up with claws, smoke, and bursts of spells. The air was very

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.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"