Head Witch Novels & Stories

“Uncle Duke, I’ll talk to you later.” If no visitors had been allowed in our territory and she was not a rogue, then she was an intruder. Either way, I was going to find out if she had anything to do with the vortex earlier. White hair was significantly associated as a trait among high-ranked witches, vampires, and wolves, either that or she was wearing a wig. Which category did she fit into? I had to investigate this troublemaker. She wiggled her white brows at me, and nudged her head in the direction ahead, daring me to pursue her. Then she rode away after stirring up my bold adventurous trait.

When I turned around, I saw a face which I believe I have never seen before in my entire life. A female, in a black gown. Her fingers were pretty long but not as long as that of Magaritha who likes to keep long fingers to Intimidate her enemies. The woman was fairly beautiful but, was in her mind forties. She also wore a head scarf. On the headscarf was a fancy replica of a snake. If the woman is a witch then, the replica of the snake on her headscarf must be the symbol of her power.

“And who is she? I already told you everything I know!” Before I can say anything, the Headmistress chimes in. “Hello, Valencia Everhart. My name is Beadohild Meraldrar, and I am the Headmistress of the North American Witches Guild.” Valencia pales. “I consider Callista is a member of interest to the supernatural community, especially us witches, and the man you supposedly betrayed her to happens to fare from a race that is older than two millennia. A race that should be extinct,” she continues. “But above all, Callista is a friend. Finding her is a must, and I suggest that you give up every information you have regarding the devil right now. Including how you came to know him, what he wante

My spine straightened. "Alpha, Elders," she raised her palm to her forehead as she bowed, "allow me to introduce the lady that'd put an end to all these. A lady of repute and prowess powerful enough to find out any dark magic; Lady Wanni, Head Witch of The Shadow Claw Coven."

"I have never been graced with the presence of an Alpha as stupid as you are." Hate darkened Zayn's eyes as he took in the Head Witch, Celeste, and he bared his sharp canines at her, releasing a vicious growl that was loud enough to shake the earth underneath their feet. "I will not rest until I have killed you for what you have done!" The old woman scoffed, regarding him with a gaze that was sharper than an eagle's. "You would need to get out of your cage first to do that, Alpha."

We know how to work together, and we know the enemy. Going with Kanati and starting at the site where Kayla was taken were Jared, Summer, Rowen, Arya, Liam, Zak, Brandon, and Corinda. They’d be joined by Citra’s counterpart, Hawk—the High Priest of the Mother Coven—who was a huge asset in the last war. He’s bringing three other Mother witches and two Crone witches. Yeah, Crone witches fighting Crone witches sounds weird, but the Riding Hoods don’t represent the true Crone teachings. Many Crone-aligned witches want them gone—they’re a stain.

Moving on, the Frost Wendigo, a creature resembling a monstrous and vicious Undead covered in blood, flesh, and animal pelt was exposed to miasma and named, evolving into a Winter Wendigo Queen, it seemed to be a female, and when it evolved, it gained the ability to take into a female form resembling a half-goat woman with pale-white skin and wearing the skull of a goat over her head, while covering her body with animal pelt… She was able to speak and became as strong as an SSS-Rank.

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

“You’re not just a witch, Gail. You’re the goddess blessed, and the ones that freed their friends and family. Many of the enslaved werewolves have already asked to join my pack.” “But…” “Do it,” someone yelled from near the staircase. When Gail looked over, all of Joel’s friends, his brother, Megan, and Joel’s mother were all attempting to hide, but failed miserably. Megan, having given up on the attempt to hide, pumped her fist in the air. “Do it,” she said. “Yeah, do it! Do it, do it,” another guy, the first one to speak, chanted. It took her a moment to remember his name. Henry. The other three guys, including his brother, continued to chant.

It caused a nagging headache at the back of his head. Marcel has been trying to control the wolf in him to do his bidding, and this bad news wasn't helping at all as the alpha in him kept causing him an unbearable headache. The pain was starting to bite at the side of his head. He now has it confirmed: the rogues are useless. But the stories with the witches involved seemed a lot more interesting than the vampires.