Halloweentown Witch Novels & Stories

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

“It needs us.” Together, they placed the disk in the gate’s center. The stone flared. Magic roared through the room like wind, howling down the corridor. Then the gate opened. What lay beyond wasn’t a chamber. It was a sanctum — a temple lost to time. Starlight glowed from the ceiling, even though no sky pierced the stone above. At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails.

“You’re going to tell him!” “Of course! If he were a partisan of the dark arts he would be held to atone as much as any witch in Drimidan!” *** Mayor Marx slapped on a wide brimmed black hat and his cloak. Handing me my blue one. “Wh-where are we-we going?” “Up to WitchFall.” I swallowed. But before I could formulate a rational complaint, Mayor Marx had bundled me into his carriage, and it was rattling down the road toward the hill. With every roll of the wheels, I felt like my gut was dropping further into my feet.

He had a computer I could use, and if anyone knew anything about werewolves, it would be him. Crookshollow had this reputation of being the most hidden village in England. Apparently more witches were hanged there during the 17th and 18th centuries than anywhere else in the country. I wasn't sure it was something to be proud of, but the city embraced its sordid history. On the way to Derek's house, I drove down Main Street, past crystal shops and tarot commercials. At the end of the street, the gleaming Halt Institute towered over the surrounding buildings—a modern architectural monstrosity that housed the witchcraft museum, an art gallery, and a few local fashion boutiques.

She's looking at Ivy, refusing to stare me in the face. “Actually, there is.” I break the ice, and watch the woman fret. “There are four immortals in Oakdale.” She nods. “How is it possible for humans to become immortals?” “Because a witch linked their lives to a werewolf.” That has her jolting up. Her breath ceasing. “I hope…” “The witch is Sinai.” I say, interrupting her. That name is all it takes for all the witches to gasp. Their eyes shine with fear for their lives.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

She loaded the heavy chest into an unmarked carriage and drove out into the dead of night, heading toward the shifting, foul mists of the outer border marshes. Deep within a hollowed-out grove of dead willow trees, the dark coven was waiting. Three ancient blood witches sat around a boiling iron cauldron, their faces hidden behind masks woven from dried human skin. They smelled of sulfur, copper, and fresh decay. Tanya dragged the heavy chest of gold and moon-gems across the damp earth, slamming it down before the hags.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

Tommy nodded in agreement as a shooting star had paused to light their path, like a lantern nestled in the wintry boroughs that made Diana sighed in delight. Priests were the virtuous counselors of the village. The Twin Hollow's residents were distinctive amongst their neighboring provinces in that they did not have a leader or a chief. Cavin had explained to Tommy that they had been ruled over by Elders of witches for hundreds of years since the group of Lucinda appeared in this very village three hundred years ago.

*Flashback : 1000 years Earlier* A very dangerous and dark witch named Dahlia terrorized four human villages every full moon. And today was another full moon as she emerged from the shadows like death itself. In the distance, the villages stood, and she watched them while licking her cracked lips. It was time, this was her night!