Monster Witches Novels & Stories

She was not interested in the reason for incompetence. - The alpha of this pack is different. Our magic is not working on her. None of our spells could harm her. - Megan said it in a single breath. Mother looked at her, raising a brow, then burst into laughter. - Some stupid Alpha defeated you? I thought you were an elite of warriors, unstoppable. - This Alpha is a she-wolf. - Martha said quickly. -She can be a Moon Goddess itself. No werewolf can stand a chance against magic. Even the weak like yours. - Mother told them, still laughing.

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

A quiet murmur ripples through the room. Eleanor’s serene expression doesn’t change. “The gods maintain balance. The more powerful the creature, the lower its reproductive rate usually is. And races with longer lifespans have it worse.” She smiles faintly. “And witches, you see, can live for a very, very long time.” Her fingers gently tap on the table. “Still, despite the small numbers, witches are powerful enough to effortlessly dominate werewolves. Where wolves rely on physical strength, witches command the elements, nature, the very fabric of the world. They bend the rules of science and reality.”

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

I speak in an low and sweet voice, that comes more like the voice of a psychopath. " We wanted to free the world from dragons and their reign. You are a Dragon mistress that's the same your ancestors did, help us make the world a better place " one of the dares to speak. I observe the three women, they are dressed in black lether , hair gray, skin pale green and I smirk. By creating this monsters they started to turn themselves in some kind of different creatures. They look like the witches from the old movies, who have flown on broomsticks.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

Cassandra asked. "Well, call it what you want, but just know that only children with special bloodline found the World Beyond. I suppose you people would call them witches and wizards. Anyway, they wandered into the World Beyond, and the folk whom you call 'fairies' from the World Beyond also passed into the human world — but there were also sorcerei and elementals and monsters you know only through stories and legends." "Really? I thought they were only old folklore created to scare children," Cassandra said. "And who is Koschei?"