Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

“Are they? If so, how come your beloved future Luna uses them to her advantage. You know what. I think I'll stop here. The Witches will take it from here.” “Greetings to all Alphas present. I suppose most of you don't like us, but we don't care. We only provide services for those who pay us. We are here to reveal the truth behind one of the pack members who constantly comes for our services,” one among the three witches stated. Right in front of everyone, they placed a mirror and cast a spell on it. Right through the mirror, everyone saw Jasmin and the things she requested from the witches. I was held dumbstruck, and so were the pack members present.

The witch clarified: “I won’t kill it. Just take it. You’ll lose your ability to reflect. No mirrors. No recognition. And no one who looks upon you will fully see you again. Not even your alphas.” Kian stepped forward. “Take mine—” “She’s already chosen,” the witch cut in. Ava looked into the mirror hanging behind the witch. Her reflection stared back. Cold. Still. “I’ll do it,” she whispered. The witch smiled. “Then we have a deal.” The spell was cast in fire and blood. Ava screamed as her shadow peeled from her feet like silk and vanished into the mirror. Kian caught her before she hit the floor. When she opened her eyes, she felt… light.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

New. Wrong. Different. One of the witches came along with a small mirror of silver mirror. "Look," she said softly. "Look at who you became." My hands shook as I took it. I lifted the mirror slowly. My breath caught. The other lady looking back at me was fair-haired with bright spots on her cheeks and older and stronger eyes with an air of magic. "That's... that's not me..." I whispered. Silas sighed. "That is Ari." "No..." My voice cracked. "That can't be me."

Alicia had never felt so pessimistic and scared in her life, the werewolves were so powerful that the number of witches that had gone missing or were found dead was horrible The werewolves fought with their whole life and passion, and so did the witches but as if the werewolves this time were hell-bent to take over the witches, Her friend barged into the room and she locked the door behind her quickly. They both made sure to lock the doors and stay hidden since the war started, the only thing was that Mira ( her best friend) had refused to stop going to work. She insisted that she needed the money, which was true but Alicia was still worried for her. "Mira, what is it now? You scared the liv

Inside it was the potion I had brought back from Roaring Valley. When I had struck my deal with the witch there, she had given me two potions. One to save Alpha Elbert's life. The other, a mirror potion that could replicate the effects of any potion I had seen before. "You probably won't ever need it," the witch had said, "but keep it anyway." The moment I held that second potion in my hand, the clear, colorless liquid had shifted to match the exact color and scent of the truth-revealing potion I had just been given.

Alpha Throwing his glass across the room he watches it shatter onto the floor with the liquid running into the wall with a frown on his face. He's thinking how in the hell did I get associated with a bunch of useless people that can't do anything without messing up? It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission.

"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 wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face