How Long Does Witches Live Novels & Stories

Despite her delicate appearance, she emanated a quiet power that made even the most formidable members of our pack take notice. Meredith, a witch, is one of the few beings in our world who possesses the gift of eternal youth. Unlike werewolves, whose lives were measured by the cycles of the moon and the passage of time, witches existed outside those boundaries, their bodies untouched by the ravages of age. It was said that they harnessed the very essence of life itself, drawing upon ancient magic to remain forever young.

I ended up killing her and everyone who wouldn't kneel to their new head witch. Eventually, Leo and his coven went extinct just before the Supremes came into power, I wanted that power, they were the ultimate goal and no one knew how everything worked around them. I spent almost six hundred years doing my research, I needed to extend my life span, and due to popular belief, we were not immortal witches, we were just overpowered, humans. We could be killed if not careful and be injured, and we don't heal rapidly and only those witches who were part of the hierarchy or mated to other supernatural who live longer, and who are fated mates have a longer life span. We had to dabble in a lot of dar

Wendy said as anger fumed in her. Wendy never liked the fact that witches had to live in fear, it was almost as if the world had moved on without them. Since the creation of the wolf-blood witches, normal witches were becoming extinct little by little as the wolf-blood witches grew in number. Witches had to live in groups except for the ones that have been earlier captured by werewolves and are now being enslaved; like West. “I don’t think it’s possible, the spell has no loophole, I locked it at both ends.” West said.

Many witches and non-witches alike had been caught and killed by the hunters, all in the name of their God. To say I was shocked when she told me how long ago that was would be an understatement. All supernaturals lived for many hundreds of years, although shifters tended not to live as long due to fighting rogues. We had Elders who were over a hundred years old, but none as old as Agatha purported to be. Although Agatha was no longer in danger of being found and dragged back to that awful Alpha, she stayed away from shifters in general. Despite this, there were a few shifters she did associate with, and a Dragon Shifter was one of them.

"He lived for sixty-five years?" "That is absolutely correct and that happened in the 13th century. After his downfall, the witches were banned from using magic for the first time in history." "Wait a minute! Something doesn't add up. The witches didn't use magic for a very long time?" "No, so many wars have happened child, sometimes the witches regained power and freedom and ruled the quarter and sometimes the wolves. We have a whole library filled with our history." Suzy patted my back and jumped from the fifth storey building.

They adapted quickly to the society, and even currently play key roles. The lifespans of werewolves may be longer than humans, but it is a paltry amount compared to the witches and other members of the supernatural world. The prince’s union with Arielle Vane granted him a longer life span than werewolves, but it could still not be compared to that of an average witch. However, the couple lived a long and satisfying life, taking their last breaths together in their favourite cabin.

Matteo took her free hand, kissed the knuckles before he interlaced their fingers tightly. “Yes, you’re right. I know who you are Cait. I know you have a blood of a witch.” Amanda’s chin lifted as if a thorn lodged in her person was just pulled out. Witches, because of their spells, lived for vast amounts of years. Sometimes centuries. Along with it though, they needed to keep their true nature a secret from the humans to safeguard their kind and to hide themselves from the vampires that haunted them. They used spells to hide their true age from the attention of humans. They used spells too to avoid unnecessary questions and curiosity.

Her blue eyes were now milky, her vision slowly fading as the years passed, and the mess of waves on top of her head was now completely silver. The last time I saw her was over five hundred years ago. Opal was from a long line of witches, her family lineage going back long before I was banished to this hell. It was still astonishing how long a well-practiced witch could live, especially one who dabbled in the dark arts. Though they weren't immortal, they lived long enough to be considered one.

Then, a thought came to me. I turned to Weldon and Thorin, my curiosity piqued. "Is there possibly a witch residing in your territory?" Weldon and Thorin exchanged a glance. It was a dangerous question. Our kind and the witches have a tumultuous one, stretching back hundreds of years. "Antonio," Weldon began slowly. "we all understand that witches are banned here because of their dangerous concoctions. It's been decades since anyone has seen or heard of a witch in our territory."

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.