How Long Does Witches Live Novels & Stories

Araminta sits crumpled in a chair, her eyes hidden behind her hands. She looks exhausted and older than I’ve ever seen the witch look. I know she’s old, at least 90, but she usually has the spry step of a much younger woman. Witches live long lives, about twice that of a human. Most of the time, you’d think she was closer to 55. But not today. Right now, as she sits there half asleep, she looks ready to fall over, every one of her years etched upon her face.

I won’t fall for him even if… even if he’s my destined. Witches aren’t immortal but we live longer than humans. Not everyone is blessed with a destined. If a witch is lucky enough to find their destined, the warlock is usually just as anxious or excited to complete the ritual to avoid the extinction of their powers. Plus there’s always the possibility of strengthening their abilities. The ritual must be completed within a 7-day cycle. In the past, there were only a handful of witches whose destined wasn’t a warlock. To have a destined who isn’t magical… is almost unheard of.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“She’s a socialite, yes, but she’s also one of the most powerful witches on the east coast. She’s been around for centuries.” She raised an eyebrow. “Witches are immortal?” “Not exactly. No, they just live long lives. Magic makes them heal faster and move quicker.” Nora blinked. “Magics weird.” “It goes by its own rules,” he said. He got out, and he went around to open the door for her. Nora looked up at him. “But…if I’m a witch, does that mean that I’ll live a life as long as hers?” Roman took a deep breath. “I don’t know. Those would all be good questions for Glinda, and I’m sure that she’ll be happy to answer them.”

The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality. Now that everyone has escaped from inside the palace walls, the witches are targeting them here. Because they are sure everyone would be hiding in Silvershade. Thanks to Kyra and Kaiser, there are only 11 Witches alive. So, to bury all the dolls around a huge pack territory like the Silvershade, it's taking the witches more time than it took to trap everyone inside the palace. In the Palace, they managed to catch everyone off guard. But here, the wolves already guessed the witches might attack.

All he remembers is that it's the first time he witnessed a witch's funeral. The kind of spells they learn inside the coven were those that can protect them from vampires. His mother told him that once a supernatural being dies, despite all the powers it was given, it is supposed to stay dead. Wolves die of old age; witches surrender their powers to nature. But vampires can live for more than a hundred, maybe even a thousand years, and that ruins the balance. That's why they are the most loathed supernatural creature. They don't turn back in what they were given.

"What? This is the most absurd thing that I have ever head. I totally believe that you are messing with my brain, you had better stop it, there is nothing that you will find in there, not even good memories." "All witches have the ability to live over a thousand years, it depends on how well they try to secure their lives," I briefed.

Though I don't blame them, it's been four centuries since they have been driven out of their homes and most have lost hope in the prophecy of a savior which is my yet-to-be-found mate. Because all supernatural were stripped of half of our essence, living us at half strength and shortened life spans. For the strongest supernatural, besides me, the life span is less than five hundred years. Witches being one of the most powerful supernatural species, cannot live up to two hundred years, and werewolves, also one of the most powerful supernatural species can not live up to four hundred years. Most aged supernatural died a few years after stepping into the human world.

So, when her light went off a few days after the war ended, there were only two possibilities: one, she had died or two, she had turned into a wolf. With that, she was blotted out of the family tree because she was no longer one of us. That was not until twenty years ago. I had already been crowned the queen after the last queen died at the age of three hundred and twenty three," she said and I gasped. "Years?" I asked. Could someone live for that long? "No. Days. Of course years you idiot! Queen witches can live up to four hundred years," she said with irritation and I wondered why she was getting all worked up at me.