Good Witch Book Series Novels & Stories

Alpha Gordons stood up and started pacing around the room in fury. “Alpha, I stumbled upon a book in the Pack’s archive hidden by one of your ancestors and it was tagged Do witches still exist? The book was not there for decoration, there was a reason your ancestors must have kept it safe. I read the book in and out, and the information I garnered was too good to be true. Alpha, Witches still exist in our world today and based on that book, the author predicted that the few which exist would want to inhabit any land they come across.” The Pack doctor left the Alpha, SPEECHLESS.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

“They do. Witches have all they need to practise magic. Whatever isn't in Woodhidge is not even needed for... uh … what's relevant for their craft, like you said.” “I thought witches highly regarded their spells and culture," I said to Mum, trying to drill information from her but also being careful so she wouldn't become suspicious. “I have told you this before and I will tell you again. Magic is beautiful and all that, but it can be dark and scary and no one ever wants that. Some spell books were burned many years ago and a whole lot of them were lost forever.” Oh my goodness! This could mean that the Lunarry spell was gone for good. This can't be happening!

She said as she got up and moved back towards her lair as she now ran her fingers over the books on the shelves. “Three is no problem.” Alpha Reese tells her, and I find hope knowing that this might work with his connections. The Witch then finds the book she was looking for and she moves towards the table with it as she begins to flip through the pages until she finds what she is looking for and places a bookmark on the page. “If you have the Sun Witches, they will need this to stop them.” She said as she hands me the book since I was the closest to her. She then looked at Alpha Conner and said, “If there’s more like you, I would keep them away from all this so not to feed the fire that has

I laugh again, “I know what you want to be in my life for now. It’s not happening. I want nothing to do with you.” She sighs, “You think you’re happy being domesticated, but mark my words, you will resent Elliot. He’s not our kind. He will use you for your magic until he gets everything he wants, then he will destroy you.” I laugh, “I’m not a dark witch, like you. I’m a white witch. I will never use my magic for evil. Ever. Elliot loves me for me. He could care less if I have my magic or not.” She laughs, “You will come with me. One way or another, I will have you, with your siblings, in my grasp. I will use all of your powers together to take over every realm.” I laugh, “My Goddess! You rea

Little does he know he is dream-sharing with his future mate, who is travelling with his mother. I would like to introduce you to ISABELLA and her wolf ZOEY she is a Werewolf-Witch. She was only sixteen when she ran away from her pack, her mother was the only one protecting her but she became sick and after she died her Alpha tried to sell her to another Alpha as part of his breeding and slave program which her Alpha would like to keep quiet from the Werewolf King. Isabella was classed as an Omega as her mother's mate was killed not long after they had mated and she was then raped by a Warlock and then had Isabella as a result. Isabella has now been on the run for two years, using the one sp

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

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 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.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."