Madoka Magica Witch Oc Novels & Stories

Layla’s scowl deepened. “What do you want?” Layla asked begrudgingly. Aurora scoffed at her grumpiness before reaching for the box she had brought. She placed it on the table, opened it, and watched as Layla leaned forward to examine its contents. Layla eventually relaxed back into Zach’s arms. “What are these?” Layla asked. “These are orbs derived from the monsters that essence fertilizers are fed to. When a witch uses them successfully, they become extraordinarily strong. But, like everything derived from black magic, there are terrible side effects,” Aurora explained.

I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty. After a few moments, the Witches circled the array and started chanting some words that I couldn't decipher, while the werewolves and vampires cut themselves and poured their blood into the array. The children then started shouting in agony as different colors of light slowly comes out of each of their bodies, and the light made its way to Cedric. To be continued.

Even when I thought witches could do magic, I had never imagined things like that. Even if they just had one gift, something like that could do real damage. Rendering someone frozen or blind, even for a minute, could mean life or death in a fight. "That means you are more powerful!" Draco continued his twenty questions as he high-fived Aaron. "And Omerta only has one gift. Does that mean she is not as powerful as you?" Draco turned to look at her. She had been quiet the whole time, listening and taking in all the information about her heritage.

When I turn to look at her, she only has eyes for her mate. “Shall we get this started?” Alpha Kai asks as they reach us, and when I nod, a red-haired woman walks toward us. “Fenriz, Umiko, this is Marle. She’s my pack witch and will help you with your bind.” The witch nods to both of us, then she looks at me and frowns. “A fox placed this bind on you; a potent spell indeed,” she says, walking over to me. She places her hand on my forehead, closes her eyes, and when she reaches into my subconscious where Ahmya hides, she gets frightened and takes a step back.

Miguma questioned “ Why have you brought me here? You have no right to pull me from my realm.” The witch said nothing, she simply pointed to the child. “She will speak the curse.” And she did The child raised her hand. A black sigil flared to life beneath her feet. She smiled, a smile that should never belong to someone so young. And then she whispered the spell. Miguma screamed as her form twisted, rippled apart. Sucked into an orb of magic. Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished.

he nodded to the chanting witches. One of them, hunchback and withered, stepped into the circle towards Larissa. Oanez. The most powerful witch in their world. And it was from her that Marcel got his newfound powers. He jerked furiously at his chain as Oanez approached Larissa, but it was futile. The chain only bit deeper into his skin. “No. No! Don't touch her. Don't touch her!” But the witch only flashed a toothless smile at him and proceeded to grab his wife by the hair.

While living in Pandora's castle and getting accustomed to her new life, not once did she resent the people who abandoned her but lived her life. She never used her magic for evil, and this found a way to be at peace. After two hundred years, her time of living alone ended. Usually, witches live longer, but Octavia's case of being half only limits her immortality. She started to grow salt and pepper hair, her eyes turning white, and her skin wrinkling. At first, when she rescued me, I thought she was a beggar. Octavia took me in and cared for me. She even taught me some of the magic she possessed: healing.

A petite girl with glasses asked. Miss Odessa nodded. “That’s correct. They are both witches, but like I said, magic must have a balance. The floating energy ball on my left,” she gestured to the white one by making it swirl without as much as looking at it. “Is for normal witches. Witches have the ability to cast any spell in their capacity, all they need is the words from the grimoire or spell book. They are born with magic and it comes from within them. So mere words in a spell book once it’s spoken and done properly become power, Magic.”

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"