Good Witch Novels & Stories

"For a witch." "For my mate," Kael said. "The species is irrelevant to the law." "The species," Maren said, and now the pleasantness in her voice had thinned to something underneath it, something cold and very old, "is the entire point of the law, Kael. Ordinance Seventeen exists because wolf witches are a destabilizing force. They can unravel the bonds that hold packs together. They can unmake what the moon built." Her eyes moved to me. Cool and direct and entirely without warmth. "This one tried to sever your bond the moment she met you. You told me as much in your report."

Mohit was trying to be polite but was not comfortable. I went towards them, excused myself and said, " You look very tired and you have to go out too, so why don't you rest while I help this lady. " " No, Thanks!! I don't want help from any sales girl. " Girl said. " Ms Roy, for your kind information, she is not any sales girl, she is the owner of this place, my wife. And thanks darling, you are right, I am very tired. But you don't have to help her. Please call Harry, he would help her as she is our special guest. " I nodded and called Harry.

This is what I needed. I’ve spent the last two days having a Good Witch marathon on N*****x and I can’t begin to tell you how much it has improved my mood. It’s sweet, wholesome, and every episode has a happy ending. Even if an episode has some person trying to steal from or blackmail someone, by the end of it they learn their lesson and try to be an upstanding member of society. I know life isn’t a Hallmark movie or TV show – the real world features more people of colour, for starters. I’ve experienced firsthand that most people who hurt others don’t give a shit about it and won’t ever stop doing it. So, given the hell I’m living in, I just needed to escape i

"Hwuatiki is the last surviving witch of the white cat coven, who is gifted with the power to foresee the future and commune with the spirits of the dead. Hwuatiki has the gift of hearing and knowing the will of the moon goddess, when she refused fighting alongst side the white witch and the red witch tribe in joining forces with Reficul in impeaching the moon goddess' reign. Whereas, the red witch tribe which still exists today in the Kard realm, had previously manipulated the white witches’ vision with dark arts into foreseeing wrong about warring with the moon goddess

The tree glowed when their blood united. “We sacrifice our lives and our magic. From generation to generation the gift of magic shall be forgotten in our lineage.” The five witches declared. The oak tree glowed before the path created by the firestone disappeared while the relic(firestone) fell to the ground. Those five witches faded away while a tear dropped from Dania's eyes. “Are you ok?” Dania asked the werewolf who lay motionless, she tried to help her up, but she faded away.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

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.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

I didn't leave my room for a week because of it. The good witch also taught me some magic on how to defend myself. I may not be of witch lineage, but I can certainly learn the woman's words, not mine. And I can tell you that this witch is the epitome of 'Appearances can be deceiving.' She looks 20 years old, but she is 150 years old.