Manga Witch Novels & Stories

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Emily sighed in relief, she had expected him to be skeptical and laugh about it but he didn't. Her case was one of the rarest cases of witchcraft. Though witches had the ability to manipulate and control energy, power, nature, etc they had to draw that ability from somewhere. Most witches drew it from one of the four elements; Water, Air, Fire, and Earth. Some from nature which was partly Earth. Then black magic used sacrifices and blood to generate power. Wizards were said to be connected with the 5th element which was the Spirit and Sorcerers which were the highest witches could draw energy from all of them.

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.”

The treetops swayed in the wind, crashing and bumping against each other. I lifted my face, staring at the canopy that only allowed afternoon scattered sun rays to filter through. The minimal mellow sun rays penetrated through the different shades of green leaves, lighting up the ground with polka dots. Most pack members didn't like me obviously because I was not of their kind. I was the only witch amongst them, and it had remained so since my parents passed away. What the pack didn't know was that I could tell each one of them what their hearts harboured. Their characters were made visible and clear only to me by small clouds that hovered over each and every one heads.

I opened it carefully and began flipping through pages. The writing was old, uneven, faded in some places, but the words were still clear. My eyes moved slowly over the first page. A bond of two natures… I frowned, turning the page. Born of great magic and sacrifice. My stomach tightened. “What does that even mean…” I murmured quietly. Then I opened another page. Then I saw a drawing on it. It looked familiar as I leaned closer, staring. A woman, clearly a witch by the robes and symbols around her, was standing over two wolves lying on the ground, as strange lines of magic seemed to curl and swirl around them.

CHAPTER 32 The powerful witch, Nara closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of the woods around her. She then opened her eyes and locked her gaze onto the human boy lying unconscious before her. With a wave of her hand, she conjured a swirling vortex of leaves, twigs, and moss around him, shielding him from prying eyes and any potential danger.

" The difference between a mage and a witch is huge and simple. We witches practice magic, while mages create magic out of Chaos." " Still don't get it," I told her, again she started explaining. " Elements represent chaos... Water can give life, yet it can take it. Fire can keep you warm yet it can burn you to ashes. Air can help you breathe yet it can tear you to pieces. This the Chaos. Mages are used to creating magic out of chaos. Out of the life of a flower, they could create a tree. The flower was indeed dead but instead of that only flower - a whole tree full of flowers was created. Witches are not the same, they can't create, they only learn and copy from mages. That's why they were

Not once did she take a break, I noticed how she was leaning her weight on her good ankle as the hours dragged by. I had pulled on a T shirt but under this shit I wasn’t fucking healing either. I could feel the piercing poison that had been laced into their fucking claws. Yeah, Manangal’s were infectious and dangerous, but I had only been hurt by a Wendigo, so this shouldn’t have lasted. Magic was at work here, I knew it when I saw it. I needed to find a witch of my own… Someone who could help search for the one behind this shit, but they were scarce…

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

dreaded by the look in Mukura’s eyes she moves backward. “I just want to hear everyone in this land scream, love!” she pushes the air in her hands as if she is pushing a movable heavy wall, “I will call this little trick, Miasma! I don’t know if the poison air and the name miasma go hand in hand but I am going to call it that either way!” Mukura advances forward with the witch that had given her an unpleasant welcome choking after breathing the poisoned air. She steps on her advancing deeper into the village of the white witches.