Good Witch Books Novels & Stories

Rachael began. "About a thousand years ago, the one you called the millennium, the great book of the witches was created. It was created by Amaya, who was said to be the first pure witch to have ever existed. And the most powerful. No one could be compared to her, then and even now". Rachael stared at the kids to see their reactions. She could see them listening to her like, their lives depended on it. Of course, it does. They needed to know what the book was so they could know what they are after and who would be after them, even after defeating Rose. She continued. "History has it that Amaya wrote the book when she was in a trance for a year. No one knew how true that was but everyone beli

I whispered helplessly. “Ah, is that so?” He added another finger that pushed me to lock my arm on his neck, fearing losing my balance. “Why is that?” “You know why.” “I don’t. So, read again.” Hopeless and weak, that’s me. This intense lust and urge to become one with Noah would kill me sooner. I took several moments to savor the pleasure of Noah pumping his fingers inside and out before opening the next page. “Some people believe there is no such thing as a demon. What makes dark witches dangerous is their book of spells. The book of spells for dark witches contains a lot of harmful spells. It also stated witches wouldn’t be able to have access to the spell unless they made a sacrifice.”

Berilla gasped in realization, “So this is why she broke an oath on life after death!” The witch chanted, her voice doubled and echoed. Several things swung around in the heavy wind. The book was divided into three copies and landed in front of the leaders. Both witches' eyes widened in understanding. Then it must mean all of them had these books, as one book was with the witches, one will be with the beasts, and one in the Other World with demons. The witch kept her chants going and currents in the air grew fiercer. A whirlpool was born but the people in the room seemed unbothered.

, I explained. She followed along, silently taking in the mass of the library. Zeus led me to our witch history section. Aurora's fingers skimmed the spines of the books as I slowed my steps. She gasped, drawing my attention. She was holding her hand to her chest, staring at the shelf with shock.

High Witch Denu (Gamma Female) I felt it the transfer of power, I had a feeling she was about to do something stupid but her being my mother it was out of my control. She looked exhausted from the day she tapped into the priestess power, a power that wasn’t for the faint of heart. The silver streak was what happened the minute she fell into her magic reserve. The energy was far too much for her, what no one knew was that the day she left the pack after Catalina’s betrayal she had spent the time at the northern temple seeking guidance.

Cohen was saying with a shake of his head. Good question but knowing Alpha Nathan will do anything to get what he wants, sending his daughter to do his dirty work is no surprise. “ Call the Council and let them know about the situation, I'm going to hand over Gloria to the witches” “ Why?” Cohen asked. “ I Rather she goes to them, than the council members cause you to know they work with her “ I remind them “ I rather do it before they get here” Two hours later Gloria was on her way to the witch's coven, while the council members, Alpha Nathan were sitting around the table trying to come up with a decision to get his daughter back.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Before she knew it, the days had turned into a week and she was still no closer to breaking his curse. On the morning of the eighth day, she happened upon a book in the library that she found in the very back shelves. It was old and the writing on the spine, so faded, that she couldn't read it so she removed it from the shelf, only to find that the writing on the cover was much the same. Flipping through the pages, she stopped and opened at a particular page showing an illustration of a witch and a werewolf, howling at the moon. She began reading the text, which described curses that had been placed on werewolves over the past centuries. As she stood between the shelves, focusing on the book

“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!

Gail forced her focus back on the books. Perhaps one was something craft related. She stood up from the chair and scanned the book shelves, left to right, purposely ignoring the scandalous titles of the romance novels. However, the only books she found were self-help books and books on various scientific topics. Gail knew there were books written about actual witchcraft. The coven itself had a library for such things, but did her aunt?