Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

"That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!" The witches of the Misty Forest were renowned worldwide for their unparalleled healing abilities, revered as divine figures with the power to bring the dead back to life. But to accept this role meant a lifetime confined to the forest, never to leave again. "I've made up my mind," I said firmly. "I will never leave the forest again." "Very well," she replied, her voice resolute. "From this moment on, you are my successor—the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest."

she added, taking note of the way Mira's eyes had rolled into the back of her head. “I am a beta wolf, and I don't hate all the witches. Just the blood drinkers. You won't have recognized them, pallid white like that, but my parents were Alpha and Luna Davidson. I am their only child, and while I'm not a reincarnate like you, I was the best hunter in the pack, Spooky Hollows.” Nodding, Mira snapped off a twig that was trailing her face and made a mental note to trim that tree. She understood how solemn the memories were for her new friend, and she wanted to give her the silence she needed to tell her stories.

No one spoke but a few nodded and it looked like I was the only one who doesn't know what the mirror of truth is for. “The witches' only inheritance passed down by generations to reveal what had happened in the past” Maera stated. My eyes blinked, face cladded with surprise. I didn't know things like that existed, I had only read them in books or heard about them in folklore. Maera chanted some words into the mirror while running her hand over the smoothened glass. After doing that for a few minutes, she placed the mirror down for everyone to see. The mirror started displaying like a phone would do, showing a scene which was unmistakenly the day of the mating ceremony back in ShadowFang pack

“You’re not leaving this forest alive.” But the witch barely glanced at him. “You’re still clinging to the illusion that this is your fight.”she laughed again Her crimson eyes returned to me. “But this has always been about her.” I forced myself to speak. “What is that creature?” The witch smiled slowly. “A mirror.” My blood ran cold. “A mirror of what?” “Of you.” The words sent a ripple of fear through the clearing.

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

It's slavering jaws hung open and its razor-sharp teeth were bared, as it advanced towards her with its blood-red eyes, ablaze with undisguised hunger. It occurred to Merlin that werewolves didn't normally have red eyes, something was wrong with these werewolves and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. The werewolves were not rogues, they were under a powerful spell and instinctively, she knew that only another witch could cast such a spell. The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet.