Head Witch Novels & Stories

The carriage man scratched the back of his head as he looked everywhere else being suddenly anxious obviously, having the eyes of the mysterious lady on him had a powerful effect. Was he scared of her? Hell, he was. "It's just... they say witches are ugly. Is it true?" His real bother was soon revealed by his statement. As that was when the disturbed princess took a short breath of relief inside her veil. For a moment she thought the carriage man started doubting her identity but luckily that was not the case... But still Princess wanted to be careful about everything she was doing. Hence taking a dangerous step forward towards the already terrified carriage man, Princess Rosemary uttered bl

✓ Kiergan The Head Witch reached me, crouching before me, and grabbed my chin, her sharp nails subtly digging into my skin. I winced quietly and tried to wriggle my head out of her grip, but my head remained still within her grip, unmoving. She was incredibly strong. She released my chin, and began to trace her finger across and about my face, her lips curved into a sinister smile. "You sure are a handsome one, little child. Just like I've been told."

“I’m not going to torture a pregnant woman just to make your spell easier.” “Then you should have chosen a vessel who wasn’t pregnant,” the head witch snapped. “But you didn’t. So now we work with what we have. And that means breaking her down completely. No comfort. No kindness.” Maximus’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue further. The head witch turned to look at me, her sharp eyes studying me carefully. “Get up,” she ordered. I didn’t move. “Get up,” she repeated, louder this time. “Or we’ll drag you.”

**** Coven> The witches surrounded a table and the head witch was at the head of the table as usual. "We haven't seen any progress since you became her mate and I detest when situations become unprogressive" the head witch complained, she had horns and wore a dark cloth that covered her entire skin except her face. Her forehead had a tattoo of a serpent on it but she was demonically beautiful unlike the rest of them who were in their form of void faces and bodies covered with black cloaks along with swords by their sides. "I've discovered that she desires to be the Alpha and has gathered a group of rebels" William said with his

I stepped my feet towards the waterfall, the air around the waterfall was cold, but still tolerable by my body, I crouched down and took the water with my two hands. Fresh ... the cold feeling in my hand is very fresh, I bring water to my mouth, wow ... ice water is not this delicious. "Hey ... did you drink it?" Ask someone behind me. Wait! Someone! I turned my body and suddenly my body stiffened, several times I convinced myself that I was not dreaming, but still, like in a dream world. In front of me was a beast with three heads, three different animal heads. Whoa ... what is this? Lion, goat and snake head?

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

The thought of having a child bride sickens me. Who wants to marry an evil dragon obsessed with power? But Sera and the dragon mentioned a prophecy about the next Red Witch. My grandmother said that Icarus foresaw the downfall of the black dragon at the hands of the subsequent Red Witch - me. If my memories are correct, my mother, who had no magic, wasn't a redhead but blonde—more light platinum blonde, almost white. It's rare for anyone to have such hair color. If this world were a video game, platinum blonde hair would direct lines of elves.

I ask. "Look over there," he said, pointing to a rather thin blond woman smiling. Her champagne colored gown was fitted tightly around her, her blond curls in a tight bun and she had the most reddest lipstick shade I had ever seen. She looked like royalty. She’s Lucia, she’s the head witch of the Order of Hecate. She’s said to be the oldest witch alive. She never attends any gathering except when she thinks there might be a few potential allies to her cause.

All eyes were fixed on me; some were staring with curiosity, probably wondering why the demigod in front of me would sit with me, while the overdressed witch wouldn't stop staring daggers at me. She stood up angrily from her seat and hissed out loud while her friends trail behind her as she storms off. "You know, saying thank you wouldn't hurt, but it seems like your highness has switched to treating me like a non-existent." He breaks the silence while I stare at him with a confused look on my face. 'Your highness?' why would he call me that. "Hello!" He snapped his finger in front of me, making me blink more than twice as I snapped back to reality.

One door opened, and others followed suit as witches stepped out of their homes. "What brings the wolves to our colony?" one of the witches asked. I held Yuri's hand to stop her from speaking. I scanned the crowd to find the Clan's head. I sensed that the woman who questioned us was not the leader, as her aura felt mild, like a gentle breeze. The clan head possessed the powers of fire and light, according to Emily. "Speak," she said sternly. "I need to speak with your clan head, Abi," I calmly stated. "I am the clan head," the same woman replied.