Manga Witches Novels & Stories

Unfortunately for him, he had to deal with her Dark Magic first hand. "From what we have gathered, she has taken a liking to Rogues in particular as they don't like to follow leaders." his gaze settled on Dante and Jayce. "Some Dark Witches have also taken a liking to her, but they have gone into hiding." he mentioned, shifting his gaze to Janice. She nodded her head, but her grey eyes showed how deeply this news troubled her. "What is the plan of action?" Jax asked after he recollected himself and probably doubled checked to make sure he didn't soil himself after the Werewolf King had him pinned briefly.

“Let’s try this one. It looks like it might cover witches.” “Alright,” Anna said, and together they opened the book. Inside were entries on hundreds of mystical beings. Some were described in detail—werewolves, dragons, vampires, faes, mages—and others only briefly mentioned. Each creature had a page or two, detailing their origins, abilities, and myths surrounding them. Finally, they reached a section labeled Witches. Rhea’s hands trembled slightly as she turned the page. Her heart was beating fast, her breath caught in her throat. Part of her was terrified of what she might learn—but the other part was desperate to finally know the truth.

She cackled and soon the whole room was shaking and tilting on its own axis. Suddenly, fire shot out of the rod and Lucia was lucky enough to dodge it. She had been expecting something like that and had mentally prepared herself ever since she saw the staff pointed at her. She knew most witches loved fighting with fire when angered and this was not different, considering that she's their queen. Only a few witches could make one freeze to death and those were the most deadly when angered. She knew the one right before her was so angry and would battle it out to the latter with her so she was prepared to dodge her attacks while sending out a few of her own.

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

Each step cracked the scorched earth beneath its paws as it closed in on its mystical adversaries. Mia panted slightly; witnessing the horrendous sight did scare her, but only for a second. She had to prove to him that she was ready. She slipped into the eerie battlefield of war, her agile form shrouded by shadows. With a heart as cold as steel, she aligned herself with the witches—a union of dark magic and cunning strategy. In her hands gleamed the deadly tools of her trade—a quiver of deadly arrows and razor-sharp blades.

He knew he had to enter its realm once more. [Inside the Magic Book] Once again, the book transported him to the presence of Lucian, who now stood behind closed doors amidst a group of women. They wore white cloaks and each bore a spider tattoo on their forehead—a clear sign of witches. Several young girls were also present. "They must be witches," Mathias concluded, his attention drawn to their conversation. "Take the children away!" the first witch commanded, and they obediently followed her order. "Why have you come here? You are not welcome!" she sneered after the children had departed.

Each of us fought fiercely, our spells weaving intricate patterns of defense and attack. I could feel the raw energy coursing through me, the power of my eternal wolf stirring within, ready to leap into action. The witches beside me chanted their incantations, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence that was both haunting and beautiful. Their magic clashed with the dark witches, creating a storm of energy that crackled through the air.

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

How—? The fight was swift. The witches, caught off guard by the sudden reinforcements, faltered. Luka sank his claws into one’s side, pinning her against a tree. Mara snapped her jaws at another, forcing her to retreat. The rest of the pack fought with coordinated fury, like soldiers trained for war. Within minutes, it was over. The surviving witches vanished into the night, their cloaks trailing behind them like smoke. “Emilia!” Dante’s voice sliced through the air as he ran to her side, panting and bloodied.

And the other option was… “Witches…” Adolphus mumbled as three clocked figures floated into the warehouse. “Who are you?! Who sent you!” Adolphus questioned. But the witches didn’t respond with words, they responded with magic. With one unison blast of orange energy, similar to what was shooting off of Kiara and into the blood sigils, they hit the two witches and forced them to the ground. “Ahhhrgg!” The witches yelled out in pain as they fell to the ground.