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."

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

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.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

My powers manifested themselves shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was a source of joy and celebration for my family. I, Ella Thompson, come from a family of old and powerful witches who are strong but forbidden from practising witchcraft in the city. For the past month, the city has been overrun by dangerous musical creatures who have cast a spell over every corner of the city, including the streets. People fear even stepping out of their houses; it's either they end up dead or lost in the forest. My parents never fail to tell me stories that happened in town, and as a child, I was made to believe that they were monsters in the shower when I happened to be one of them, the monster

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

“You said there’s something beneath that witch’s cabin, a shrine. Tell me again what you know.” Mara hesitated. Her eyes were dark pools of memory. “It’s not exactly a shrine, Alpha. It’s an open wound, a hole between realms. The priests who built it believed they could draw power from the Mayan underworld to bless the living. But instead, they opened a hunger that has never closed. The witch keeps it hidden, but she also feeds it.” Ryker’s grip on his glass tightened. “Feeds it?” “With death. With fear. With every soul she’s taken,” Mara whispered. “Each sacrifice keeps the doorway alive. She doesn’t serve the underworld; she belongs to it.”

He began moving about the kitchen while listening to the conversation. "As I mentioned before, Henry's mother, Cecilia, was a witch from New Mexico." "She was a bruja?" Lucas interrupted from the kitchen. "She was a curanderas!" Donna snapped. "Now don't interrupt, pup." Daniel could feel Lucas's embarrassment. Although Daniel was amused at the other man’s reaction to the woman, she needed to remember she was still a guest in his home, and Lucas was his Beta. He let a soft growl rumble in his chest as a warning. Her face blanked into a stony mask as she remembered her manners, then continued without apology.

Whatever tickles your pickle. The witch, Citra, is a waiflike, small slip of a girl. She is pale skinned, with hair that is nearly white. She had reached the witch age of majority, 18, and had declared that the Meteoric Rise Pack was corrupt. She had done everything that she could to get Nathan out of there and away from Julian. That was how she was brought to the oracle, Michael. Her goddess, Hecate, had sent her there. It made sense, since Selene had said that she was working with Hecate.