Manga Witch Novels & Stories

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

All of a sudden there was a loud scream. “God damn now we haven't even moved yet, and we gotta deal with this shit.” Mina said, as she called her blade as two figures came into view. “I know you fucking lying, is that the witch and her flunky?” Ji’lahni said, point her arrow at the witch’s head, and fired her arrow. The witch saw the arrow at the last minute and used her powers to deflect the arrow past her and landed in a wolf’s head. “Shit they are being chased, by rogue wolves. What the hell are rogue wolves doing here?” Makahi said, as some warriors grabbed weapons and some shifted and started running to attack. “Wait a minute are we are we helping the witch or are we killing her?” Lynn

I race across the yard and jump on the back of the witch wrapping my jaws around her neck. She tries to toss her hands up in the air, but suddenly Miranda is in front of her in wolf form, grabbing her hands and biting one off. The witch screams as blood splatters on all of us. Miranda does not give up and bites into her other arm pulling it from her body.

The ground trembled, cracks splitting the dirt. Pain shot through me as my body shifted, bones snapping, skin splitting, fur sprouting. A fierce white glow consumed me. And then I took on Maya’s form. My blazing, white wolf form stood tall, trembling with newfound strength. The evil witch hurled curse after curse, but my shield held. I raced toward her, a blur of white fire. I heard Eliza again. “Use your Fang, Girl.” Without hesitation, I leapt, sinking my fangs deep into the witch’s side. She howled in agony, her hood slipping off, revealing a lean, twisted face, ancient and cruel.

“Here you go, Alpha.” I nodded and then said to the other guard, “Go fetch Magenta immediately.” “Aye!” He headed off without further hesitation. Magenta was the Pack Witch, but she was also a Healer. In our world, Pack Witches were Healers, too. After all, medicine is a form of magic, I would guess.

. I knew that I hated the witch with the last blood in me ,but doing that to the girl seems So terrifying than usual and with that I rushed back to the pack house. I got into the room and next thing I saw was Dante cutting the girl like she was some piece of animal and he wasn't doing it with his hands ,he was using his powers and the girl blood was everywhere "Dante will you stop that madness"I screamed rushing to him with anger boiling inside of me and I grabbed him up immidiately.

Mara is a white witch, one of the strongest witches with white magic. "Why are they fighting?" Was the question on Damon's mind. And then after the fight, he left.

Within the blink of an eye, Dabria was standing in front of the woman alongside the man only Dabria could see. That man leaned towards the left side of the witch's neck. While Dabria leaned towards the right side. Both of them sank their fangs deep into the witch's neck. While Dabria drank her blood and sucked her dry. The man with Dabria ripped the witch's soul along with her powers out of her body. The witch's body fell on the floor as nothing but an empty vessel. Dabria turned to look at that man, standing beside her, holding the witch's soul with his fangs. She saw a proud smile on his face as he watched Dabria. His eyes suddenly widened and what looked like a green light, suddenly made

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“Edgy. Distrustful. Lost to their impulses. They wanted control over magic… over us.” Her voice cracked with something old and broken. “We were powerful. Far more powerful than they were. But we were outnumbered.” My stomach curled as I watched witches—women, children, elders—running, screaming, burning. Wolves attacking like it was their only instinct left. “It was brutal,” she whispered. The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here.