Magickal Witch Novels & Stories

“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.” The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair. “Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?” Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:

He'd stood up again, almost looking like he'd lunge at me if given the chance. "This young, female witch is the only one of her kind. Lineage that can be traced back to the last high mages before they went extinct. Adept magical properties, though easily contained with the correct magical runes or at the least, chemicals," a small chuckle and a few of the audience members joined in. "She's a prize, for sure. Imagine the properties just her blood alone holds. And, as a bonus, she's untouched merchandise." The spotlight suddenly went out, casting me back into darkness and I let my shoulders slump.

I recognized her instantly as Agatha, a witch who had visited the mansion on numerous occasions, her purpose clear – she desired the potent blood of Cassius, a elixir with the power to cure almost any ailment. Cassius addressed her, "Cast the spell, and I shall give you what you want." As Agatha began her incantation, her voice echoed throughout the mansion. The magic within her words resonated deeply, filling the room with energy. As the final syllables left her lips, she declared, "It is done."

she smiles. “Shrinking logs is complicated, but this…” I say, waving my slightly trembling hands around the hut, “... this isn’t complicated?” “I’m a Venusian Witch,” she says as if that ought to explain everything. I wait, too befuddled to make a smart comment. “It’s the one bit of my magic honed to perfection. I can turn any space beautiful, even when I’m at my weakest. It’s pretty much the only kind of magic I’m allowed to perform.”

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

“A mage? Wait, so a witch and a mage aren’t the same thing? Ooh, I remember Jessica mentioning elementals a few times, but I never understood what she meant.” “Yes, I’m a mage, and it's indeed not the same thing. Most mages find it offensive to be called witches. Personally, I don’t care even if I hate the majority of witches. The way we use our inner energy and call for it is different, but even within the supernatural world, people don’t know the difference.”

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

So far the date seemed to go well, he had managed to see more of this world, who was weirdly more developed than it thought thanks to what was known as magitek. Magitek was a form of using magic by imbuing the effects of a spell in a device. It wasn't anyone could do without years upon years of research. In this kingdom, the only one specializing in magitek were witches, making the Walpurgisnacht one of the richest organizations in the whole world, their only concurrent being the dwarves and the angels. Monopoly was truly a scary thing. "Well, let's continue our date." They decided to leave the central zone and walk toward the South zone.

Margaret’s point of view- A witch is one who can get sick, whereas wolves never do. If I get sick, I lose my power. Several years ago, that was the case. Once I turned one hundred years old, I stopped counting my age in years. I was hiding at the time from the grand wizard, an extraordinarily evil man. He even helped Marcus take over the Western kingdom of wolf packs. It was Dreyfus, the grand wizard, who taught Marcus how to sell his soul to the devil.

I exit the dungeon without another word. Levi and Ariana join me in researching Wiccan history. “Witches can have a variety of magical powers in addition to the ability to cast spells,” Ariana says while reading a dusty leatherbound manuscript. “What kind of powers does it mention,” I ask. “All kinds! Elemental variances having to do with earth, fire, wind, and water, as well as telekinesis, freezing time, premonition, astral projection, um…oh my moon goddess…” Levi and I stare at her, waiting for her to continue.