Innocent Witch Novels & Stories

“Thank you by the way.” Miho just smiled and quickly walked back to her seat. She sat down and carried on doodling on her piece of paper. “Can I seat with you if you don’t mind?” she asked looking at Miho. Miho nodded her head as she let the girl with earrings on her face to move pass her. “By the way I’m Veliou Knight and you?” asked the girl with earrings on her face. “Miho, Miho Weapon” replied Miho shaking Veliou’s soft slim caramel hands.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

I look at Hecate, who is watching everything silently, and I say, “Is that why you punished her?” “That’s right, my child. Elizabeth chose the path of evil and because of her actions, many perished. I am the mother of all witches, but there is an intrinsic principle that must never be broken: do not kill the innocent.” Honestly, everything I hear is blowing my mind. According to Hecate, you can’t kill the innocent, but that doesn’t limit you from harming them. I scratch the bridge of my nose, trying to hide my anger. “Hecate, where is my grandmother?”

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

"She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake." "We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments... Even to Sagacious Inquisitor," I said as I fell against the wall, then slid down to sit on the floor, knees bent. I hung my head, then covered my face with my hands. "They're taking on the personality of the witches whose name they choose. They're being brainwashed, turned out, and then initiated into this... coven with their new covenant name," I said as Keegs shook his head in agreement, joining me on the floor. "What's that term you always use, Kelly... BOHICA?" Keegs shook his head again.

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

"I'm innocent. I have committed no crime. Please let me go. I seek no trouble with any of you." “No witch is innocent!" Begins Bradly their leader. “And we are the ones seeking problems with you young witch. As long as you are alive, you are our problem. Today, you must die!” He stared at me wickedly, while the rest of the evil men with him went wild with laughter. “I have nothing to do with that which you accuse me of. All I seek is to live happily like every normal person in your town. “I tried to defend myself but his adamant and evil tone persisted.

I growled, about to launch myself at his throat. I was suspended in the air before I could sink my teeth into him. I couldn’t turn my head, but I could move my eyes. I looked around and saw an older woman as the lights turned out. A witch. Are you fucking kidding me? Did no one learn anything from what happened to Bertie and Ersilia? Or to the angels that had the fucking balls to go after Chris when he was two? Isak and Katrina need to make stronger points for their factions. “There’s no need for all this. We don’t want to hurt you, Miss Hana Kinsley.” The witch said.

Even if she had wanted to, Merlin doubted that she could speak, as the tale Aunt May told her stunned her into silence. The Cottard witches were the oldest and most powerful of the witches in the bayou, their history and heritage filled with secrets and legends, that were passed down through the generations. One such legend told of a witch, born to each generation, who had the power to control all the elements of nature, unlike most witches, who can only manipulate one. There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers.