Konosuba Witch Novels & Stories

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

Leading them was Rufus, or better still Alpha Nikias Attalos, the Alpha behind the hoods, followed closely by the other Alphas. Behind the werewolves stood the witches, their robes fluttering in the wind, hands crackling with magical energy. They were the masterminds, ready to guide the battle with their spells and incantations. The witch leader, Lillian, had long hair that flowed like a dark river down her back, and her fierce eyes glowed brightly. She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light.

Gabriel was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and handed me and David a pair each while the witch pulled an oversized t-shirt over Linnea’s head. Linnea looked confused. “Thank you.” She said. “I’m sorry, have we met before. You look familiar, but I can’t place you.” The witch smiled softly. “Oh, we’ve met alright.” She replied and started muttering a spell under her breath. I stared in awe as the witch’s face started aging and her hair started to turn white until an old woman in her eighties was standing in front of Linnea. Linnea gasped. “Madam Elsa.” She whispered. “What are you doing here?”

Without another word, the five witches accompanying them, Letira and Corvus, stepped forward. "We require an undisturbed area," Letira, the leader of the witches announced. Novak gestured towards a clearing a few paces away. "Let's give them some space." They moved swiftly, while Letira lay down intricate patterns of woven branches and leaves. Corvus, her assistant, produced a small pouch and began chanting a low, guttural melody, the other three witches chanting along with her. Minutes turned into a tense silence broken only by the soft murmur of the witches' chants. Letira's hands moved with practiced ease, sprinkling a fine, iridescent powder over the woven pattern.

- Bobby *SWWWOOSSHHH SWOOSHHH! *KWWAAAA!!!!* it is running towards us!! but who will be its target!! I look at the witch but it was looking at me!!! my body suddenly cannot move and any action even slight is cannot be done! I'm doomed!! "don't forget about me!!!"- Sunny from the apartment in the side Sunny jumps from its roof!!! but the Witch saw her and planning to dodge! "BARRIER!"- Bobby *TANG!* its escape path has been block by Uncle Bobby and from above Uncle Sunny smash the Witch!!

Dressed in layers of scarves and shawls. "This is Baba Konstantine," Marcus said. "She's a witch. A real one. Not the Halloween kind. The old kind. The kind that deals with blood and bone and things that shouldn't exist." The old woman smiled. Showing too many teeth. "I hear you have need of my services." "You're a witch," Alexei said flatly. "Marcus brought us a witch." "Witches aren't real," Dr. Chen said. "Neither are white wolves the size of bears," Anya pointed out. "But I've seen one. Multiple times."

She was Frau Holda’s cousin, after all – all witch queens were, in the end, related. “Tscha, it is soap shavings and the prodigal daughter. Are you eating Kolya for lunch, little bird? Bleeding him out for your stew as I told you to with men that got too close to my witch daughter?” Baba Yaga called. She paused, her nostrils flaring like a wolf as the two stepped onto the porch. “But no - it seems someone has already feasted, and Anya, why, it is not you.” The crone pointed a bony finger in accusation at Morozko.

Coming back to the same people who took her mother away from her or let her kill her own mother. Susu, adorned in a cloak to conceal her identity, made her way through the dense forest, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The Revolutionary's plan was set in motion, and she had a crucial role to play. As a young witch with an uncanny resemblance to Maika, she had been chosen to infiltrate Rosella's pack and deceive them.

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”