How Long Does Witches Live Novels & Stories

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them.

The witches' race has five princesses, and each one has a jewel, namely: •The Pink Star, the jewel of invisibility. •The Blue Belle, the illusion jewel and speed. •The Moussaieff, the jewel of the portals. •The Hope Spinel, the jewel of transformation. •And the Rockefeller, the jewel of sounds. Unlike wolves and vampires, the witch race does not live for that long and has no keen physique and senses. A witch's life is for an average of three hundred years only. "What's a princess doing here, in a wolf's territory?" Kratos questions, standing in front of the female figure.

"I don't know how accurate this is, but back in Spain, gran told me that this particular rogue group has come together with those witches from long ago to create an immortality potion." My eyes widen. "They freed the witches?" I ask with shock written all over my face. "Yes, they did," Jessica answers. "Witches were working on immortality when they were locked away for good, but these rogues freed them and now there is an army of them working together with the rogues." Immortality isn't unheard of in the supernatural world. Vampires are immortal, but not werewolves. We have a long life span that exceeds two to three hundred years sometimes, but we aren't immortal.

Her eyes seemed to darken as she began to speak, her voice low and steady, as though every word carried the weight of centuries. “I am older than most beings you’ve ever met, Lira. I have lived for two hundred and twenty-five years.” Lira’s breath hitched, her mind racing to catch up with the revelation. Morgana’s lips curled into a knowing smile, sensing her shock. “Shocking, isn’t it? Witches do not age as humans or wolves do. The stronger the magic, the longer we live.” Lira’s mind spun, her thoughts spinning around the impossible reality of the witch’s words.

At the top of the board, he added: “RITUALS.” Although witches performed the rituals, he reminded himself to think broadly he couldn’t let narrow thinking cloud his judgment. A new question hit him: Were witches real? Ray grabbed his phone and called Ruth. "Hey Ruth, quick question. Are witches real?" “Yes,” Ruth replied, “but that was a long time ago, during the Old War era. That war led to the extinction of most witches. I doubt any are alive now. Even if some survived, they wouldn’t be immortal—they’d mostly be dead of old age.”

Beta Liam urgently interrupted. "Werewolves live for 200 years, a mere ten years, I don't mind." "But, Alpha, you are our leader, your status is noble. How can we ascertain if the information this witch provides is accurate? What if she deceives us, and your ten years of life are wasted?" "Wolf, what are you saying? Our red witches' divination is renowned in the supernatural realm. If you doubt me, leave now." The witch's expression turned severe as she closed her magic book. "Jennie, escort our guest out!"

What the fuck? “My mother was an original witch, the third in existence, to be exact. Witches blessed with extremely long life, though not completely immortal, we can live for thousands of years.” Ever read a story about a hagged old witch with warts and crooked fingers? That's what I pictured when this woman told me her age and how long she would live. That was terrible of me because she's beautiful, but the picture just flashed into my mind. I don't want to imagine what this woman will look like in a few hundred years.

Belle dismissed but knew it wouldn’t be enough to dismiss his words, “Well, I was just thinking that Lady Edith called herself as the High Witch. So I was wondering how strong she is.” Leon hopped inside the carriage after her, closing it as he sat in front of her. Seeing her furrowed brows, he explained, “Let’s just say that there are a few High Witches. Only a few. They are nominated every centuries or so, fastest six decades. Witches tend to live longer than human due to their magical nature. But High Witches are a different breed, they are the strongest, the mightiest, but also greediest for power.” “I noticed but you do know a lot about witches despite being a demon,” she noted.

"Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location," "But it is very unfortunate, since the war one hundred thousand years ago, the eight cube magicians disappeared along with the crystal cube," "With each passing year, the hidden world seems to be weakening, the spirit power generated by the essence tree is starting to thin out, all living things in the hidden world are accustomed to the existence of spirit power, which can help ease their work," "Impossible!" now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, is

She was sent flying a couple meters away from me. I grinned devilishly as I looked at her state. This is why I hated some witches more than I hate rogues, they trespass my territory and then kill my men. They kill more than rogues. One average witch could kill two or more werewolves if they were trained and are at the age of twenty-five and above. I know this because I took my time to study and learn about them in order for me to find out their weaknesses and use it against them. Apparently, there isn't much about to find out about them.