Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

“Still full of fight.” I stood slowly, ignoring the ache in my muscles. “What do you know about her?” The witch drifted back, amused. “More than you. Less than the stars. She is a mirror, Alpha. What you love in her is what you fear in yourself.” I didn’t have time for riddles. I took a step forward. “Tell me where she is.” She clicked her tongue. “You want answers? Then offer a piece of yourself. Nothing real comes for free.” I stilled. The air around us thrummed. Bargains with witches never ended clean. But this wasn’t about the clean... This was about her. “What do you want?” I asked.

"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."

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

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.

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

Whispers ran through the circle like wildfire, fear tightening their throats. A RuthValis witch stepped forward, her hands trembling as she raised a polished, enchanted mirror. The glass shimmered, swirling with shadows and faint light. Slowly, it revealed what none wanted to see. There, within the depths of the mirror, lay Metella-her form twisted in submission under Haspan. The fiery lycan's presence was unmistakable, and the way she went on all fours for him, unmoving, seemed almost... enchanted. Gasps and stifled cries erupted around the room. Some witches stumbled backward, clutching their robes. Others froze, their hands clutching staffs as if the air itself had turned to ice.

I have been trying to research them, they don’t play, nor do they show mercy to those who challenge them. I am still cursing inside when he casts a spell, filling the room with smoke and R-pack shows up. “You don’t use mirrors,” I murmur, and he literally almost bites my head off. “That is a traitorous object! Never to be trusted!” I want to ask what the mirror did because in my readings it is what the witches used to spy and even get to places when I hear them. “What…what is that?” That is something I have never heard before. It is more terrifying than any sound I have heard here.

' Mira declared inwardly as the flames of revenge blazed in her heart. She knew that if she was to control the direction of this fight, she had to make the First move. The only way to cripple those witches was by taking away all their money and power. That would be a huge blow to them. Without money,they couldn't get people to do their dirty work. They could only do it themselves and it's at that position she will crush and crumble them to pieces if not smithereens.