Good Witch Novels & Stories

Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion. Sweat beads on their brows, and their bodies tremble with the strain. Some of them are bleeding from their noses, their magic flickering weakly before they channel it into another attack. But the Wendigos are relentless. Their grotesque forms slashing through the air, their monstrous claws cutting through the witches' magical defenses. I’m watching Nova, and it’s impossible not to be in awe. She’s fucking phenomenal. She moves with speed and grace. As she steps beside the witches, her posture is relaxed but ready, showing them she means no harm.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

Despite her delicate appearance, she emanated a quiet power that made even the most formidable members of our pack take notice. Meredith, a witch, is one of the few beings in our world who possesses the gift of eternal youth. Unlike werewolves, whose lives were measured by the cycles of the moon and the passage of time, witches existed outside those boundaries, their bodies untouched by the ravages of age. It was said that they harnessed the very essence of life itself, drawing upon ancient magic to remain forever young.

But this…was unprecedented. I could not leave Amaya to fend for herself when she was so clearly struggling. These were dark witches, with the ability to wield magic much more efficiently. I pulled the trigger on my silver pistol, but instead of hitting its mark, it disappeared into a whirlpool of shadows created by these stupid witches. Dark witches practiced sacrificial magic, which gave them an edge over witches like Amaya. Only those known as Earth Witches, powerful women with the power to control all four elements and pull limitless energy from the earth itself, could take these crazies head on. I didn’t have an Earth Witch, only Amaya. And I wouldn’t let my friend die. Worry for Evelina

NOVA I recognized one of those witches who came—Maren, the Supreme witch's most trusted subordinate. She was once accused of using dark magic, but Cybele, the Supreme, used her power to make the whole case magically disappear. Maren was considered a beauty. She had long raven hair and mysterious onyx eyes with a ruby ring glowing on the inner side of her pupils. Her looks were astonishingly underlined by her Snow-White-like complexion. If that wasn't enough, Mother Nature was also generous to her in the sexy curve department, making her a perfect men's temptress. In the coven, she was responsible for signing contracts with wealthy men, using every possible female-like and magical trick in th

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

After a while when the room was completely , the white witch spoke in a cold voice , " Witches and Wizards the day has arrived .The day we waited for years . Tonight is special more than any other night . Tonight exactly when the other day stars the curse is about to be broken . The moon princess will posses her powers , her power are a threat to the whole world . But our coven is proud to make sure she doesn't learn to use them , she won't until she reaches the place she belongs to , the moon . This month when the full moon rises and is coloured with the red colour of blood and the moo princess's powers are on its peak , our coven will do the honour to kill the moon princess and save all th

Even if she had wanted to, Merlin doubted that she could speak, as the tale Aunt May told her stunned her into silence. The Cottard witches were the oldest and most powerful of the witches in the bayou, their history and heritage filled with secrets and legends, that were passed down through the generations. One such legend told of a witch, born to each generation, who had the power to control all the elements of nature, unlike most witches, who can only manipulate one. There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers.

She wondered if Manadlynn had the same powers over time as Abagail had. She assumed so, seeing as how the rogues had her hands bound behind her back. She knew her child would have those powers and so much more. She could hardly wait to have those powers inside of her. She had to keep a close eye on the witch. The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers.

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"