Good Witch Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes after tossing us down here they threw down Ross as well bleeding badly from a gash on his side - out cold. The person responsible for it was standing at the top of the stairs looking so proud of herself. Aldric had apparently found a dark witch to work with. She'd put us under some sort of paralyzing spell. I had been working for nearly an hour now mentally of how we could get out of this. The only thing I could think of was that somebody or something needed to take down the witch holding us all down here. If they hadn't disturbed any of the other pack members then it could very well be hours before people would be buzzing around the small town. My eyes were fixated on the wit

"It seems the witch who is doing this meditation has good talent. She can snatch mana flow from me easily, making me curious. Unfortunately I can't disturb this witch's meditation." Madea had no intention of interrupting the meditation of the witch who had usurped the mana flow she needed. Many senior witches would get angry and complain if something like this happened to them, but Madea didn't like unnecessary conflict. Madea was also curious about the witch who’s doing this so she didn't intend to get into trouble with her. She was going to let go of what this talented witch had done to her meditation session.

I forced a shaky smile on my face while my brain reminded me to be a nice evil witch. Evil was subjective in the witch community. I could raise the dead and snatch the soul or power from a being. It had pretty much been a given that I would be cast as the evil witch of the West Coast Coven. But truly, like humans, witches were neither inherently good nor evil. There were many other witches in the West Coast that could have a decent shot at my title—the wily little bitch that had cursed me for starters—but not a single one of them was going to get it. I’m the best Goddess-damned evil witch in the whole of the country and I’d love to see them come and take me down.

Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch. Barbie held up her daggers and slashed through the beast's throat as easy as cutting the throat of a goat. Jucel quickly examined Zabdiel's wounds. The blood was oozing non-stop from his torso and he was breathing irregularly. His arm was twisted while his knee was fractured.

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.

“All he did was fall in love. He was perfect till the end. Like it or not.” He exasperated, obviously finding my words ridiculous. “If you say so.” He replied. “Now, as I was saying. My research yielded a lot of fruit. For starters, the plague is, just like you predicted, an effect of dark magic colliding with the magic of the goddess which surrounds us.” “What exactly does that tell us about the witch?” “Well, for starters, it tells us she is one tough cookie. She is defying all the natural laws and she is getting away with it. If she continues, other witches might sense her work be emboldened. We may have a witch verses the alpha soon.”

a tall lady dressed on a white robe walked forward with 4 girls behind her " who... who.. are you "I stammered in pain and she giggled "am Olivia the high witch of the witches coven. and you mercedes, deed well in bringing her to me "she said starring at mercedes who nodded and gave me a pleading look "go meet Loki he's gonna heal your wounds "she said and she walk away and the witch lady turn to me. "what do you want "I ask as I manage to stand up but leaned in a grave stone for support

“The goddess told me. My dear girl, I am so happy for you, but the world is not ready for the likes of you.” “What do you mean?” Witch Mother looks to the door. “Time is up, my dear.” As the door bursts open, my mother rushes through and throws a bright white beam of light at my beloved grandmother, a gift given freely to all witches by the Goddess of Goodness, Witchadora. Witch Mother easily deflects the blow to the side, where it hits a potted plant of purple lavender, creating an explosion of wet soil and purple flames as the lavender swirls in fractals to the floor. “JaSwana! What is the meaning of this?” I watch in horror as my mother throws another blast of light with enough force that

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…'

"I'm sorry, but you have to explain better." "Your Goddess..." He falters. "The Moon Goddess?" "Yes." He replies. "Thousands of years ago, there were two types of witches: the White witches, who are known to be good, and the Black witches, who are tagged evil. War broke out between the two, and when the Black witches tried to fight back, they realized that the White witches had blocked off the conduit through which they could generate power and energy. So they were left helpless and defenceless against the White witches." He paused again to see if I was following.