Manga Witch Novels & Stories

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.

"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

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

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.

He raised one, preparing to strike. But Mochi was faster. In a blur of motion, she leapt into the air and shifted into her small humanoid form—still childlike, but fierce. Her hands glowed with faint magic as she launched herself toward the witch. “Stay away from her!” she shouted. The witch barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, a blast of dark energy exploded outward, slamming Mochi mid-air and sending her crashing hard against the wall. She let out a gasp, her small body falling limp to the floor.

“The Witch Curse is not a curse belonging to this universe. I studied it for a long time, but I couldn’t study it thoroughly. However, it is certain that this is a curse left by a great ancient witch. I can only help dissolve half of it now. As for the other half, you have to rely on yourself.” “What do I need to do?” “Witchcraft is a cultivation system in antiquity that focuses on the cultivation of one’s body, flesh, and blood. The Witch Curse also starts from this aspect. If you want to get rid of her Puppet-drawing Spell, your flesh and blood have to be strong enough, and your will has to be firm enough to resist it with blood energy and sever her will.” The next second, the Mystic Maide

“No!” Screams rise around me, but I ignore them, as my entire focus is on Red. A portal opens next to me, and a black witch comes out of it. “If you don’t want her to die, come with us,” the witch says. Knowing what feral wolves are capable of, I try to get to Red, and by doing so, I make a stupid mistake—I turn my back to the enemy. The witch uses her magic on me, paralyzing me temporarily, and the feral rogues drag me inside the portal, separating me from Red.

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

" George smirked as a young woman came out of the shadows behind him. 'She is a witch,' Rafe and Kota echo in our shared space a second before the young woman starts to chant. Wesly raised his hand to silence her, only she didn't stop. She raised her hand in Wesly's direction and a mist formed from her, surrounding Wesly. He hit his knees. 'She is taking my powers, I need a distraction.' A moment later, he is hit with at least twenty huge darts. It may not be wolfsbane but I know he's hurting just the same. 'Maggie!' I called in my mind.

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide