Magica Madoka Witch Novels & Stories

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

I asked. I could tell by her hesitancy that Mage Jaye did not want to answer my question. It was as if the answer were something to be ashamed of, something to hide. When she spoke, her voice was soft and low, shame pouring from her lips with each syllable. “We sent her to the Ward for Wayward Witches in Portugal,” she said. “She’s there with Mage Wilma Rooster, a no-nonsense mage who prefers to be called a witch because she likes to frighten some sense into people.”

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.

"You are yet to deal with the threat you have brought upon yourself and now, you are pulling another! Why don't I go ahead then, and make your head roll on the ground? This is because you have said it and I believe you. Don't worry Ammon, I will not do that, I still, need you alive. The Alpha did nothing but gruntled in pain. Now, Magaritha was wearing a white Cloak. Her hair was very long, I haven't seen any hair like that before. Her long fingernails were painted with a red cortex. They serve to remind me that she was the all-powerful leader of the Witches. Her eyes can not be described but, one thing I will never forget was the fact, that they shone with evil and wickedness. In her hand w

she said with a smile. He placed his hand on her healthy baby bump and closed his eyes while he focused. I noticed that Macario’s magic was a very light white color instead of green like Bellamy’s. I was not certain if it was each Witch that had their own coloring or if it was the type of magic they had. I would ask him later because I was very curious about it now.

“What are you waiting for?” Karin moved instantly alongside several guards. Then Macha laughed. “You can do nothing to me, little Alpha.” The wolves stopped moving immediately. Something changed in the air. I felt it first. Pressure. Cold pressure was spreading slowly across the yard while shadows twisted unnaturally near Macha’s feet. Sira smiled faintly beside him. It was witch magic. My jaw tightened violently. “What have you done?” I asked quietly. Macha’s expression darkened slightly. “What needed to be done.”

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin