Mexican Witch Novels & Stories

"For a witch." "For my mate," Kael said. "The species is irrelevant to the law." "The species," Maren said, and now the pleasantness in her voice had thinned to something underneath it, something cold and very old, "is the entire point of the law, Kael. Ordinance Seventeen exists because wolf witches are a destabilizing force. They can unravel the bonds that hold packs together. They can unmake what the moon built." Her eyes moved to me. Cool and direct and entirely without warmth. "This one tried to sever your bond the moment she met you. You told me as much in your report."

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

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

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.

Jiterry with glazed eyes, Ariana nodded very slowly and heard Mike tapping his fingers to thread his thoughts. "Why are you scared of me?" Mike asked with a gentle tone that he rarely used for at least a decade in human's life. Yet it was still frightening. "The poeple in the place before told me that sorcerer would use me as a sacrifice-" her tongue slipped in nervousness. "-Mister, you are a sorcerer aren't you? Will you be using me as a sacrifice?" The small hands on her laps trembled between the silence created after her question.