Good Witch Novels & Stories

“It was twenty years ago. Back when I was young and naive. I had just traveled to your time searching for my friend and I had escaped my evil family. It was so hard to adjust to this day and age. Five hundred years had passed and everything had changed. I found my old home in shambles and It was completely deserted. It took a long while to make it liveable again and the forest to the south was still shrouded in darkness. My mother and my sisters were responsible for making it this way. Something went wrong and her dark magic went out of control. In their attempts to make me evil the spell backfired and it shrouded the forest in darkness. My family became victims of their own curse and when I

“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.”

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

Helena started chanting a spell to summon a good witch who would help her, whoever the good witch was, as long as she was in the same place with her and also with a decent distance. A calm wind began to come from Helena's voice, the wind blew warmly from the front of her. Helena managed to summon the good witch, she heard it. "Thankfully, someone will help Axton to fight that greedy leader!" From a distance Helena saw a witch who would help her but she was surprised because the witch was different from other witches who only used their legs to walk by having limited power, in contrast to this one

I huffed glancing at her momentarily. Her eyebrows furrowed, “my Magic does not FAIL, Khloe" she spat her whole attitude changing like the seasons. She became as cold as winter standing up, "I am a great witch, THE GREAT WITCH, from the lineage of the first witch herself, I am the oldest witch to ever exist, I have lived for centuries, and you, my daughter doubt my Magic? My magic is the strongest in the realms" she scoffed. "Your magic is second, oops third" I replied rolling my eyes, "Abigail is the most powerful witch, she is mother protector and Azian, of course, he surpasses all, though his dragon seems to be a little bitch at times.”

“ By the elements of nature, I call on the God of fire “ the first witch chanted, and out of the blue fire, engulfed the boiling pot, I almost shit on myself. “ May the blood in his veins, I call the water of the world, lead her to him.” the third witch uttered and took my hand. He slashed across my palm and my blood spouted into the boiling pot. The three witches' eyes turned bright red and the pot started shaking violently …. “ By the will of the goddess, I call on the natural forces to lead you to Raven McQueen “ The substance in the pot turned dark fogged and began pouring out of the pot. The northern witch turned to me with a satisfactory smile. “It is done, the goddess has heard your c

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

After one night of coercive mating, she became pregnant, which further reduced her abilities. Her mother, the high priestess, demanded that she be returned to her, but the wolves refused, sparking a war between the witches and the wolves, in which the bears joined the witches in their fight against the wolves. This is how the Great War began, 100 years later: the moon goddess created six special wolves, each with their own set of abilities, to put an end to the Great War.

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig