Mexican Witch Novels & Stories

I looked at the fox through my tears, wanting to save it but unable to move. "Life bond? Stop with the mystical nonsense. You're just trying to frame Miriam! "Miriam was ready to look past your grudge and use a spell to save it, and you tried to hit her? Celeste, you really are a viper!" Miriam drew a sigil in the air and cast it into a bowl of water, then forced it down Haze’s throat. Within minutes, the wounds on its body miraculously closed. But I felt no relief in my own body.

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

“Nothing you say can change my mind.” “Even if it sounds crazy?” “Yes,” I laugh. “Although I think I already know what you are going to say.” “Really?” she raises an eyebrow. “You’ll probably think I’m crazy.” I laugh. “Not a chance. Nothing you can say will make me think you’re crazy.” “Okay then,” she tries to sound tough, but I can hear her fear. “Here goes…Axel, I recently found out that…well…I’m a witch.” “I know.” My voice is flat. “I’ve known since yesterday afternoon.”

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

I asked, trying to buy time as I figured out a way to get out of here. “Well, since you will not leave here, I might as well tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was this witch. She was born different, but beautiful. She was different in a way that even Astra didn’t have the abilities she had. At a young age, she would move things around with her mind and even talk to animals. Astra couldn’t have someone else more powerful, so she had the little girl drink a potion to keep that stuff… hidden. Now, Astra didn’t make the potion strong enough and has noticed in her few encounters with said witch, it was wearing off. We can’t have another witch as powerful as Astra so we needed to get your

he said smiling. "I am Lilliana martin perez, my family belong to long line of witches" she said awkwardly. "I am wondering, I never knew I would be one of very few werewolves, who will find his mate other than his species" he said smiling while making her nervous. "But how? I mean I am a witch I don't have inner wolf how can it be?" she asked hesitantly.

, she met with the witch as soon as she stepped into the house, "welcome" "You have? So you know why I am here then?", Mia asked. Seeing the witch's face, actually made her mind boil more. "Depends, your tone does not sound very nice", The witch said as she looked at Mia suspiciously. "Of course, it fucking doesn't", Mia screamed at the witch as she lunged for the witch but the witch was quick enough to notice and with a wave of her hands, Mia went flying to the ceiling and fell hard with her front as she kissed the floor. She ground and stood up, snarling at the witch.

One of the policemen approached Maria De La Cruz, and asked her to accompany them, there was something he wanted to show them, she agreed, bewildered. "In pre-Hispanic Mexico, rituals were the perfect communion between the sacred and profane worlds. Through sacred ceremonies full of mysticism, gods and mortals united to maintain the rhythm of the cosmos in perfect balance." The great masters were then chosen as deities. This is how Daniel Del Valle belonged to a religious sect, in which they performed witchcraft, which is a matter of belief or not, but instead of those mysterious forces, they had bewitched Jeremías López, so that he would act against his sister. Those were questions that Mar

Vino remembered her screaming non-stop. The information he gathered from the women earlier had given him the shivers. Vino had concluded that the witch imprisoned the women in jars because they were young, beautiful, and no rotting odors. Vino was sure that she ate children after a ritual to gain such superior power. It was only a saying among witches but it was possible that she followed it... The witch was a powerful one. Olga Quintanar was the worst of all! Brie opened her beautiful eyes and saw him sitting beside her.