Magica Madoka Witch Novels & Stories

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

Gecko releases me and stands beside Corvu. “Oh come on.” Jade groans, “Don’t tell me you hired these clowns to prank me. Am I on a show of some kind? Is that what this is? Are these things even real-” As she pulls on Gecko’s ear he yelps and she lets go almost immediately. Now she was stunned into silence. “How are you both here?” I ask. This time, Corvu responds, “Well, it took awhile for the word about Witches to circulate, then we had to go find one that was strong enough to send us here.”

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

I uttered nervously and scratched my eyebrow. Is this her grandmother? She looks scary, indeed! "I'm looking for Magda," I said. "I brought some food for her," I added and smiled awkwardly. I scratched the back of my head. I was devastated when her eyes narrowed as if she were reading me. "Who's Magda?" she asked confusedly. "There's no Magda here. Go away!" the old lady scolded me and turned her back. I panicked. I hold the gate quickly to avoid closing it. She stopped because of what I did.

"It seems the witch who is doing this meditation has good talent. She can snatch mana flow from me easily, making me curious. Unfortunately I can't disturb this witch's meditation." Madea had no intention of interrupting the meditation of the witch who had usurped the mana flow she needed. Many senior witches would get angry and complain if something like this happened to them, but Madea didn't like unnecessary conflict. Madea was also curious about the witch who’s doing this so she didn't intend to get into trouble with her. She was going to let go of what this talented witch had done to her meditation session.

I shake my head. “ Mom says he’s promised to Keira.” “We both know that means nothing; she turns 18 in two weeks. What if you are?’ “ I’ll reject him,” I reply with no hesitation. They look at each other. “If you’re his mate, a witch can’t reject a wolf,” Iris responds nervously. “ What?” My heart drops; why can’t I reject him? “ Your mom didn’t tell you? He can reject you, but you can’t reject him. A witch cursed the wolves a couple of centuries ago, so the moon goddess retaliated with her own cure.’ Cassie explains

A messenger witch entered, bowing. “My Queen… Maika is here. She requests counsel.” Queen Vantessa nodded. “Bring her.” Moments later, Maika entered, her cloak tattered from travel, her eyes haunted. She bowed deeply, then met their gazes. “I need help,” she said. “I feel like I’m losing myself… or becoming someone else entirely.” Salem approached her slowly, studying her. The anklet was gone. Magic pulsed beneath Maika’s skin like a current barely restrained.

“First of all, I would like to say that I am loving the outfit, its beautiful!” “Ohh, thank you! But I am afraid I can’t say the same for you.” “How rude!” “Now that I can say to you little witch,” she points her stuff on Mukura, “Your magic feels familiar, who are you!?” she raises her voice causing the wind to answer and push Mukura back. “Does it matter who I am?” she smiles and tries to attack and fails, “What did you do to me you witch!?” she bursts in anger.

She scurried back to the kitchen to finish her order as soon as her old hands could allow her. Meanwhile, Y felt extremely annoyed and felt his good mood slightly slipping when he got interrupted once again on the way, this time by the head of the Magic department, Mage Ved'ma. "Shin'ainaru majo! (meaning 'dear witch' in Japanese, Y's paternal tongue). If you don't mind, it really isn't the best of moments." Y had to show respect to the witch because even he knew the strength and importance of the Mage and how he had brought the Mage on his side, since witches rarely leave their magic covens and go do magic for shape-shifters, especially during times of war.

just show up from nowhere!” I said with a mean low voice. Mike sighed deeply and said to her, “Miss Mata, if you may, please don’t scare my sister. And I think you might wanna comfort your friend over there. It’s been a long hour since she’s there.” Mike calmly said and pointed the big squared wooden door at the end of the stairs. “Ooh, so you guys are siblings now. I thought my visions are right ehh. . . .” she says, her voice sounded like she was just teasing us but no that’ll won’t work. I spoke to sound strong and proud, “Yeah, because you. . You could do something about it and—and witches have magic that could at least help their friends feel a little better.” Her eyes were throwing