Head Witch Novels & Stories

I snapped, sitting in the heavy chair at the head of the table and trying to ignore the way the shadow was already pulsing at the base of my skull. "A prisoner who stays in the guest suite and spends her days reading books with you is a luxury we cannot afford, especially when the pack is starting to wonder if our Alpha has been enchanted by a pretty face and some marsh magic," one of the elders, a grey-bearded warrior named Harl, muttered while he leaned forward.

And the creature has six heads. Cara froze up seeing this as she knew there was only one person who could summon the six-headed monster, her sister, Leticia. She started looking for Leticia but she was unable to find where the witch was hiding. 'Kill all of them,' Leticia ordered from where she was hiding. She was sick of everyone and she just wanted them all to die so she could start over. The six headed monster immediately breathed fire upon all that was there. However, its fire was stopped midway by another fire.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

I conceded, “Okay. I’m going out there now.” I walked to the orphanage and found a lone dark witch standing in front of the orphanage with Heather in her arms! Heather was going along with whatever the witch told her to do. She had a far off look in her eyes and I recognized that look. I was easily able to look into Heather’s mind and found that she was pretending to be controlled and the witch was somehow falling for it.

Yet Heather had done just that, venturing into the woods to bring back a lost human child. Her soldier scores had taken a hit because of it. But something wasn’t adding up. Another report from Merina detailed Heather’s strange behavior in combat. She had fought off Night Pack soldiers with a resilience that was... abnormal. Merina suspected Heather had taken potions from a witch—something one of the other she-wolves claimed to have witnessed. No proof, though. So no action was taken. But why would Heather turn to witchcraft? It was forbidden. Had I been too hasty in choosing her?

They were called psycho heads because they were half witches, but the other part of them was messed up so badly it was like a part of their brain was tasseled , so with that, the psychoanalytic theory of psycho heads was that that part of their brain that was messed up would spread to other parts of the body and affect the way the think, act, move or talk, sometimes they even ate their kind and did other unimaginable stuffs. Black witches usually made potions, and shut themselves out from the world most times, but they had strong enemity with the white witches. They didn't get along with each other. "What's wrong?" Amanda asked, folding her arms on the table as she leaned forward with a worr

He explained “Eira?” “The head witch. Their leader. I want you to broaden your expectations for what you are about to experience. Witches are much more than what they teach us here and that’s all I can really say for now. I’ll be down stairs, come down when you’ve fixed your hair.” He said turning to leave. “What’s wrong with my hair?” I looked towards the mirror running my fingers through my long curly hair.

Everest Compared to the other two witches I’d met, Megandra seemed pretty normal. Though she wasn’t magic by blood, she was still practicing herbalism. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a square face. She was several inches taller than me, and she had big, round, dark blue eyes. She’d said ‘cursed one’ like it was just a simple thing, yet it had sent shivers down my spine. Curses were supposed to be a bad thing as far as I knew…The jaguar had come over to investigate us while we talked with Megandra and had startled me initially, but now I was affectionately scratching her ears while she purred loudly.

I groaned as I looked around, trying to determine if I recognized it. Of course, I have no fucking clue where I am. I gripped the handle tighter, taking a defensive stance as a ring of fire surrounded the clearing, trapping me in the middle. “Oh, have I reached the boss level?” I questioned. “SHOW YOURSELF, SHIT WITCH!” I shouted. “That is not my name.” Shit Witch scoffed as the flames parted. “I am Melania, the most powerful witch in the world.” She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted.