Monster Witches Novels & Stories

There were some rumors among the people that Qontessah had so many guards around her not for her own protection but for the protection of those around her. This is why the island was constantly recruiting people who were solely handled by Xander. She was cruel and was labeled a witch, but Qontessah was eviler and frightening than she was. If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart.

"Please, you can do this, just try." She weakly and slowly lifted her hand up, and light gradually emanated from her palm making a light shield which covered her, and back she rested peacefully. "Bloody hell," William exclaimed. "The 'Captor'. He has the book." "What's it?" Julian sought clarification. "Thousands of years ago, a witch had that book where she locked all her monsters and would unleash them when she wanted to, and they were destructive and can't be killed," William slowly turned to Julian. "They're indestructible."

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

He was no longer a wolf. He was a monster. A howl—if it could be called that—ripped through the trees, tearing birds from branches and rattling the bones of the dead scattered beneath the roots. “He’s perfect,” Florence purred, turning to her coven. Twelve witches surrounded her, cloaked in black mist. One called down storms. One raised the dead. One wielded shadows that swallowed light itself. Their laughter was manic, broken, inhuman. Some floated. Others slithered like oil across the forest floor.

There was something far more powerful about her, to have this much power didn’t make sense. All the books I had managed to find described Witches as nothing more than creatures of the earth. Creatures that use herbs and potions. They were described as harmless. It didn't match Cooper and it didn't match Thalia. And if they are really harmless, why did Wolves like me and Xavi exist? The thick grey clouds that litter the sky above White Cliffs seem to be getting darker by the second. “She doesn’t like music?” I ask with a frown “She hates it. I don’t know why.” Indy mumbles

As he noticed me, he immediately ran to my side. "What the fu*k these witches want now? " He asked. I snarled, " They are nothing but just someone who seeks a chance to get more powers. Another shifter is leading them for sure. " The witches were flying high in the sky, hurling fireballs and spells on the wolves who were fighting the ones on the ground. My eyes caught the sight of one witch running after a pup to eat her alive. That's what these monsters liked, eating the young flesh.

After one night of coercive mating, she became pregnant, which further reduced her abilities. Her mother, the high priestess, demanded that she be returned to her, but the wolves refused, sparking a war between the witches and the wolves, in which the bears joined the witches in their fight against the wolves. This is how the Great War began, 100 years later: the moon goddess created six special wolves, each with their own set of abilities, to put an end to the Great War.

He was happy. "OK, since every one had agreed to it. The plan is these. I meet a powerful sorcerer or maybe a dragon witch, someone who can perform magic...." "Sorry to interrupt you alpha Duncan, but why witches, you know so well that the witches are our enemies, we cannot vibe with them. We do not connect" Cara said, cutting Duncan from his words. "As I said, earlier princess Cara, a sorcerer or a dragon witch, the dragons and we the werewolves are in good tidings"

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t