Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

I reply. Miranda starts pacing and looks like she is arguing with herself. I can tell she is conflicted and doesn’t want to reveal who she is, but we need to be honest in our relationship. I need to know who she is. Particularly if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. “I am not at liberty to say what I do,” she starts with me ready to jump in and argue. Miranda holds up her hand, “Wait, I am not at liberty to tell you everything. What I can tell you is I am a warrior. So along with being a witch, I can also fight to protect myself and others. I wasn’t afraid when I went to Lily’s room. I have good instincts and I can fight, but I also have stronger powers than the a

Greg observed her, waiting. To his utter shock, he noticed that the mirror on the wall had started to shine. Camille turned around, and it looked like she was surprised by that, too, as her face became paler. She faced the mirror and waited. After what felt like ages, there was an image of the woman on the glass. But it was not Camille's reflection. The woman in the mirror was gorgeous, with jet-black hair and a cold, stern look. Greg could not believe his own eyes when he recognized her. That was a Mother, the highest witch from the coven he had visited recently. He focused on hearing what the women could talk about.

As we hung up, I then put a call into my dear friend, and witch, Miranda. Miranda was a childhood friend of mine. She is a witch with various powers that exceed the traditional witches doing spells. She can identify if magic has been used in a situation, what spells or potions might have been used and a bunch of other things, even I can’t fully understand. I needed to talk to her about what was going on and get her here as fast as possible.

Together, we stepped into the Temple of the Veil. It was darker than night inside, despite the glowing runes etched along the walls. The air shimmered with ancient magic, thick with memory. The walls trembled, whispering names I didn’t recognize—wolves, witches, gods long gone. And then we saw them. Seven women in black robes, faces veiled in silver masks. At the center of their circle, a stone altar. Upon it—a crystal mirror, swirling with smoke and fire. The Mirror Gate. One of the witches turned. Slowly. And when her mask lifted—

The witch beside her said and led her to the center of the hall where a large purple rimmed mirror stood and beside it, three witches, also wearing identical cloaks. "Come closer, Kyra." One of them said and Kyra, gulped, slowly approached the mirror that was even taller than her and rested on a stand. "Closer." Another said and Kyra walked until she was standing in front of the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her and she shivered because she knew this was no ordinary mirror. She could feel the energy radiating around it and from it. She didn't realize when the witch who had brought her here walked away to stand on a step but she saw when the remaining three witches stood a few feet be

“It’s the same speech every time you get here, which to be honest bores me to death.” What is she talking about? Am I asleep and dreaming? Everything seems so vivid, so real. “I am trapped in this place since one thousand years ago, the only ones that can find it are those of witch blood that mean no harm.” “I am not-“ “I am not a witch.” She mimics me, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Same drill every single time, girl, I am growing tired of this. You go with ‘I am not a witch!’. I go with ‘Then how did you find this place?’, you then go ‘I don’t know.’. After that I recommend that you just leave, you go to the door, and on your way out, you stumble upon the magic mirror and see yourself wit

"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.

I know it had something to do with Cole. “That’s it,” I say. Jane and Austin stop and look at me. “I need you two to back off for a second I am going to try something.” I tell them. They continue walking after exchanging glances. I sit on the floor of the woods. I try to concentrate and clear my mind. I think of a light. Suddenly I feel a presence. I stand up to see a woman. “Witch working with wolves huh?” she asks. She tries to start her spell, but I am too fast. I look at her fire, I think. She starts to scream and hold her head. Austin and Jane run over. “Alpha is on his way,” Austin says.

"I need to make sure that the pack where my little girl is housed should be alert at all times. She needs to be protected at all times." Mira snapped out of her reverie and raised a brow at her master. "Axel, I don't understand you. A barbarian like you cannot simply soften over some hybrid. That too, her mother is a puny human." Axel chuckled. "Jealous, Mira?" Mira huffed. As if. She was Mira Valeria, one of the strongest coven witch to exist. She was not someone who was going to get jealous of some no name human, who was not even alive now.