Halloweentown Witch Novels & Stories

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

“She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…” “Other than the fact that Rosalynd’s mom is kinda creepy?” “Oh, it gets worse,” I look for a Sharpie and then walk up to the screen. I draw around the edges of the other image, the one that is almost invisible to my Fae vision. “Tell me, wolf, what do you see now.” “There’s another face,” his jaw drops. “Holy Fuck, who is that?” “Whoever that is, he looks angry. And,” I add as I turn off the screen shivering. “He’s the one powering the spell.”

Selina calls, voice low and sharp. The stranger steps in, pulls back her hood. Old lady. And I’m not talking about some cookie-baking granny—nah, this one had eyes like rolling thunder, practically drilling holes right through you. Made you wanna look away, honestly. She says her name’s Morwen. Witch from the northern coven, apparently. Trust me, she’s not here for cookies and story time. Selina’s jaw goes all iron. “What do you want?” she said. Morwen just stares her down. “I come with a warning.” She settles by the fire, cloak sliding around her, flashing these gnarly old symbols. Definitely not your average Etsy find.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

Susan uttered, her tone betraying her growing apprehension. “The new girl who was supposed to enroll today… when Father Bosco presented the crucifix, she manifested. She’s a witch, just like us,” the girl explained frantically, her name revealed to be Helen. Susan’s expression darkened with concern. “Which coven is she from?” she inquired urgently. “I don’t know, but I sense she’s a white witch,” Helen responded, her voice trembling with fear. Stunned into silence, I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before us. “Where is she now?” Susan demanded, her panic palpable.

, I tell sipping the salty and sweet warm red liquid. AUTHOR’S POV “bring her to my home, no matter what”, the middle aged woman yells at the young lady. “I cant, she wont listen to me, she have made her plans”, the frightened young lady tells shivering in fear. “tomorrow is her eighteenth birthday, she will turn into witch completely and I want her to bond with my son”, the woman snaps growling in anger. “Am sorry, Luna, I will try to bring her to you”, she tells timidly.

She called out to the taller man in a small voice. A loud, spine-tingling growl echoed loudly in the now quiet hall and Helena followed her brothers gaze to the stage's steps where the sound came from. A large man with glowing silver eyes slowly stalked towards her, the werewolves on the stage making way for him. Helena felt like she had been doused with cold water at the feeling of a familiar tingling sensation. "No," she whispered as her senses dulled and focused only on the man approaching her with quick, determined steps.

Kiara’s POV It took us about 30 minutes to get to meemaws, as she lives just on the edge of the town that meets with the forest. We used to come here a lot as kids playing hide and seek in the forest. I looked at the old tree swing we used to spend hours taking turns on. Meemaws house was a tiny 2 bedroom 2 baths little cabin. Outside she had a beautiful herb garden right off to the right of her creaky old porch. The cabin was painted white but could definitely use a fresh coat as the paint was chipping. As we both get out the car we both were greeted by the all too familiar voice of meemaw. “ Hey girl’s, you’re right on time. Come on in and have some tea with me. We have tons to talk about

The elder woman whom I am guessing is a witch, explained that her boss had gone on holiday and that she didn't know when he would be back. "But I can still help you. You want to know the person behind former Alpha Hunter's disappearance right?" "Yes, how did you know?" "A witch never discloses her secrets." She winked while standing up and moving on to a corner where she picked up an orb. She came back onto her seat and started muttering some spells. The orb glowed with red light and pictures flushed inside it. When one looked close he or she could notice the loving couple that were smiling to one another whilst lying on the bed.