Magica Madoka Witch Novels & Stories

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

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?"

Romeo asked. “Alpha, I am a white witch; my element is fire.” Romeo nodded, and Eulisses followed suit. Paige and I locked eyes, and I gave her a reassuring smile. “So, what can you tell us about dark magic?” I asked, and she opened her mouth and then closed it. Her features resembled those of a fish out of water. Well, dark magic is something you should not mingle with. It always requires a high payment in return. If the subject agrees, they will always collect.” She informed us, and then I blurted out,

Each step cracked the scorched earth beneath its paws as it closed in on its mystical adversaries. Mia panted slightly; witnessing the horrendous sight did scare her, but only for a second. She had to prove to him that she was ready. She slipped into the eerie battlefield of war, her agile form shrouded by shadows. With a heart as cold as steel, she aligned herself with the witches—a union of dark magic and cunning strategy. In her hands gleamed the deadly tools of her trade—a quiver of deadly arrows and razor-sharp blades.

The cells were intact and the guards were shaken and the witch was still there. She was sitting in the corner with her back against the wall and her black eyes fixed on the door. She looked up when I walked in and her smile was sharp. She was not afraid. She was not confused. She was not surprised. She had been waiting for this moment and she knew it was coming. "Alpha," she said. "I was wondering when you would come." "What happened?" "Magic happened." "What kind of magic?" "The kind you cannot control." I stepped closer and my voice was low. "Did you do this?"

"And Vaelor, I can feel it now. It's not just dark magic. It's conscious. It's aware. And it's hungry." He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. "Then fix it." "I don't know if I can. My mother spent years studying this. I've had days." Before he could respond, the window exploded inward. Glass shattered everywhere as something massive crashed into the room. I threw up my arms, and Vaelor shoved me behind him, his body already beginning to shift. But this wasn't a wolf. It was a construct. Seven feet tall, made of twisted wood and bone and dark magic, its empty eye sockets glowing with sickly green light. Witch-made. I recognized the creation method instantly.

I looked with both wonder and expectation as the witches appeared on each of the expanded drops of potion. " Good evening ladies, I hope we are all doing well", Madison, a biracial black witch and the host of the meeting said. All other witches nodded, looking around to check who was yet to appear. " Where is Gretel?" Madison asked, and speaking of the devil, she - The supposed Gretel - joined us immediately as if she heard Madison call out her name. " Why are you late?" Madison asked. " Sorry Madison, I was having a hard time making the potion", I immediately noticed that she was still dressed in her workshop clothes and I felt for her. I mean, I was in the same situation a few minutes ago.

Jax, Gunner, and I were walking up towards her when I noticed Maggie staring off into the distance. “Mags? What is it? You want to stretch your wings?” I asked hoping that it wasn’t something to do with the bad feeling in my gut. “Charlie and the other witches still here?” She asked still focused out in the field. “Yes?” I answered now looking back at the pack. “Issue the alert,” Maggie said before standing up fully, stretching her wings out, and roaring, letting a large flame erupt from her mouth. Calling Koa forward, “Witches! Protect women and children!”

She had her head bowed down, afraid to look at the hideous figure of the dark witch. “He’s in Devonlaire right now, master. And yes, he didn’t do anything to save her. Ember Jacobson was able to escape from the hunters,” Madonna replied, her head still down and her voice shivering in fear. Madonna hated it so much when the dark witch summoned her. She didn’t like how ugly and scary she looked, and she didn’t like the fact that she has no power over the evil woman. Madonna had to do anything that she wanted since the witch cast a spell on her.

As we hung up, I then put a call into my dear friend, and witch, Miranda. Miranda was a childhood friend of mine. She is a witch with various powers that exceed the traditional witches doing spells. She can identify if magic has been used in a situation, what spells or potions might have been used and a bunch of other things, even I can’t fully understand. I needed to talk to her about what was going on and get her here as fast as possible.