Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

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

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Symbols that don’t belong to any common language. A faint ripple moves across the surface of the glass, distorting her reflection. The room dims around her, shadows pulling inward as if the mirror is drawing in the light. Then a figure begins to form behind the glass. The silhouette of a woman. Irena lowers her hand and bows her head. “Mother Witch,” she whispers. Mother Witch—Rowena—smiles from the mirror. “Irena. Did you receive the box?” “Yes. Is it—” “Yes. Use it when the time is right.”

"That kind of carelessness draws attention I don't want near my territory, Tyla. If Bella Cooper or her healers trace that poison back to a witch's craft and start looking for the source—" "They won't trace it to you," I said impatiently. "The woman I hired has no connection to you whatsoever." "Every witch has connections whether they acknowledge them or not," Mira said. "We exist in a web. Pull one thread carelessly and others feel it." She pushed off from the worktable and walked toward the fire, staring into it for a long moment. "Tell me what you actually want. Not the version you're presenting to me as reasonable. The real version."

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

“I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?” I nod enthusiastically. Hecate pulls something out of a bag she has on her hip and waves a hand over it slowly making circles while she chants. And then she hands it to me. It’s a mirror. And then in a second it’s not a mirror anymore. It blurs all green and brown and blue. Then the image clears. It’s Jake. He’s standing inside a circle of our friends and two others I don’t recognize. He’s holding something. Someone, wrapped in white. The white sheet moves and I see it’s

“Don’t worry my child. This won’t take long?” Vance stood behind me with his hand on my shoulder. “This is Miriam, the elder witch for our pack. She has collaborated with my family forever. Her line of descendants protects our pack in many ways. She is like family to me.” I smiled through chewing my food. I covered my mouth as I tried to swallow and said, “Nice to meet you, Miriam. Are you sure we can’t help you to anything?” “No, that’s okay, my child.” She placed her small purse on the table and took out a small lancet to conduct the finger-prick. But before proceeding, she asked a few questions.

Felix crossed his arm and leaned closer to the mirror where he could see the current doing of his beloved fiancée. It is a simple trick mages and witches of higher level of skill make use of to communicate with other capable magic users. By linking their mana energy to a particular distant person whom they previously interacted on and voluntarily gave any object that carries enough amount of their mana, that one could use any medium to manifest the image of the link sender. Whereas, a mirror is indeed the best choice. Plastering a smug expression on her face, she once again spoke, "Worry not, I have it all arranged in detail."