Good Witch Books Novels & Stories

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

“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?”

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.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

“It’ll start burning if I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.” Gildeon leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “There are two kinds of witches,” she explained. “One’s a Hedge Witch, like me. We work with old magic, drawing our power from nature.” She made a twisting motion with her other hand. “Then there’s a Savant Witch. They’ve got a special ability from tapping into cosmic magic through the Dark Plane.”

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

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom… She saw something now. She went a few books back and found the book that clearly said The Cinnamon Witch. “I found it!”

And the witches stood, not one single strand of hair was hurt. It was time for the witches to launch their own attack. “Globin ignis emittes!!!” The two evil witches yelled. They threw their glowing purple balls of fiery energy towards them. “Die! You fucking bitches!” “Siste!” But one witch simply held her hand out and stopped their attacks in the air. The three witches whispered, calm and collected. “What!?” One of the evil witches yelled out. “Impossible! Who are you?!” “In Auctorem reverte!” The wise witches said once more and the blast boomeranged back to the two witches, hitting them right at their core and forcing them to fall to the floor as well.

She said, passing a palm-sized book that I didn’t see her holding until now. Nodding, I took the book and read the title on the book that was written in a strange writing that I had never studied, but could still understand. “Grimoire.” “Just like I thought, you can read it." She confirmed her doubt. “If I’m a witch, then what kind of power do I hold?” “Witches with gold eyes are generally associated with immense, rare, or divine power.” Woah! The golden eyes, which were the reason everyone called me a bitch, were related to divine power.