How Long Does Witches Live Novels & Stories

Carmen made herself comfortable beside me, then she coughed slightly. "Witches don't live for so long, do they?" I probed. "I thought werewolves have the longest lifespan." Carmen nodded in affirmation. "You're right, but... Some witches are an exception, most especially the Queen mother and the members of her coven. So, tell me, what was the nightmare all about?" I hesitated a bit, but replied. "It's more of a vision. I saw a man who looked exactly like me. Silver haired."

“How old do you guys get?” “You mean how old do we get?” He corrected her, as realization came over her that she too will age like him. “The oldest known werewolf is 250. But there have been others who have lived longer. Vampires live even longer as do the fae, but warlocks and witches have similar life span as wolves.” Aiden stopped when he saw Alys’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “You didn’t expect us to be the only thing that goes bump in the night.” He winked at her and put his finger under her chin to snap it back up.

she said. “I can see that. But aren’t witches supposed to be mortal? How come you’ve lived for so long?” I inquired. “I have this age masking potion that I use. It prolongs my life and masks my true age,” she explained. “Oh, I see. But… but why don’t you want to die?” I asked. She snickered. “I won’t ascend with the witches in the sky if I die. You see, I’ve done a lot of terrible things, so I am too scared to die.”

Liam rushed to get the book and held it by his side as we waited for Diana to get back. “He has a thing for older women,” Wilona whispered into my ear and I let out an ‘oh’ “You know I can hear you clearly,” Liam growled, and I giggled at the look on his face. “How old are we talking about?” I questioned, my curiosity sparked. “We’re talking seven hundred years.” My mouth fell open. “Do werewolves live that long?” I asked. “Our average lifespan is two hundred, but she's part witch, so she gets the lifespan of both,” Liam answered, a trace of admiration in his voice.

(Piper POV) Nick leaves the bedroom and tracks down an omega, who helps him quickly find another bottle of Windex. While Nick is gone, Dr. Hyder —who probably still senses my skepticism— explains what he is doing. “The council estimates that there are less than 500 witches left in the world. Most of those witches live in human territories, and they usually prefer to have little to no contact with werewolves. For these reasons, encountering a spell is pretty rare. However, it still happens from time to time.

"Then why does his younger sister look fine?" "Ursula's condition is a rare case. I don't know much about witches because I'm a human, but as far as I know, all half-witch offspring will not have a long life to live. You're a dragon. Have you never heard of the half-blood witch at all?" "I've heard about that from my ancestors. But as I recall, what you called a half-blood witch has a long life like a human. Not short-lived. Aren't you sure about what you said earlier?"

I’m not too sure which direction Keon went in, so I guess my way across the house. Which I thought was was working, until I realize I’ve passed by the same portrait three times now. Maybe I didn’t think this through. You see, this pack-house, Derrick told me, is older than me, Keon, and Derrick combined. That’s saying something, since the average witch lifespan is about 150 years, while average werewolves are usually about 90+ years, but Alphas and Royals can live well over a century (if they don’t die in war of course). So this house being older than all of us combined meant it was a historical figure. Technically, it was a relic. It is literally the size of like two mansions, built like a

Even though the queen mother herself didn't wanted to live no more but she was still breathing enough for survival and it was all possible because of the Mesopotamian witchcraft. Princess Rosemary watched her mother's soul being controlled by the doctors in order to bring her back to life, they wanted to connect her soul and body back together and the trial happened for the entire year. The doctors tried day and night for the queen mother to bring her back to life and they could have even succeeded in doing so if not she was so stubborn. The queen mother was determined enough to win her battle at last and rescue her soul from the doctors to end the struggle of life.

The demons live a thousand years, witches live 500 years, vampires live a thousand years, werewolves live 200 years and we the fairies live a hundred years. We all lived together in peace but as I said earlier, everything has a good and bad side ,so does the underworld. Quarrels started, fights became a daily dose until a war broke out. The war lasted for 100 years, a lot were killed, little children had to be taken to earth. It was terrible until our mother fairy combined with the witches to create a spell to prevent everyone from using thier powers for two weeks. During the two weeks the war dies down and everything settled . To prevent another war, they had to make a demarcation .

“I’ve lived for a long time. A very long time.” I stared at her. “How long?” She smiled. “I’ve stopped counting after 200 years.” My eyes widened. “What?” She nodded. “Yes. Werewolves live long lives. And witches like me… even longer.” My mouth opened slightly. “So how old is Dante?” She laughed. “Older than you think.” “Guess,” she said. “Fifty?” I asked. She laughed harder. “No.” “Eighty?” “No.” “One hundred?”