Mystic Witches Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry but I am off the menu tonight, but I certainly have plenty of ladies that will please you,” “You think I would come all the way over from my Pack for some pleasure?” “Then enlighten me,” I inched my face closer to hers. “I know you’re a Witch,” her eyes twitched in shock and my smile deepened. “You might have hidden it so well from the others but I know a Witch when I see one no matter the concealer spell you use.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She looked around suspiciously, obviously she didn’t want the people around to know of her true identity. She led me up the stairs and into her cabinet.

His curly hair brushed her neck as Ken sniffed aloud. "This one is very young." "Her family didn't want her." The traffickers explained, rubbing salt to Ariana wounded heart. "Thought so. " Neol said before stepping back. "Okay. The auction would start after another half an hour. Bring them carefully especially the virgins. Sorcerer like virgins for their sacrifices. " Ariana's heart sunk in cold water. It seemed the sacrifice that Ghost Aurby said was for the sorcerers. Although she couldn't understand most of the terms they used. Her probability of being buy by the sorcerers must be high according to them.

Bianca reached out and took Aislen’s wrists in her hands. “Picture the witches of Havermouth as you last saw them,” Bianca instructed. Aislen imagined the incense smoke filled back room of the gimmicky little shop, and the naked women of every age and description whose faces had swum in and out of the smoke, the runes on the floor, and Tabitha Marie’s perfectly made up, pinched face. “Who is this?” Aislen was not surprised when Tabitha Marie was the first to respond. “Aislen Carter, and her coven,” Bianca replied.

Miranda smiled with her hands behind. She walked into a room where Five Women could be seen chanting spells around a heap of ash on the table. It kept increasing and pouring down while the others poured the ashes into sacks. "You might want to work faster, the Ancient Witches are here". "We got twenty bags of La Antico Neutralizzante already, Miranda". One of the Witches said. "That's not enough, keep replicating more, more!". She roared. . . . The Ritual Witches staggered up their feet to see the rings that have been scattered all over the slab.

"She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake." "We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments... Even to Sagacious Inquisitor," I said as I fell against the wall, then slid down to sit on the floor, knees bent. I hung my head, then covered my face with my hands. "They're taking on the personality of the witches whose name they choose. They're being brainwashed, turned out, and then initiated into this... coven with their new covenant name," I said as Keegs shook his head in agreement, joining me on the floor. "What's that term you always use, Kelly... BOHICA?" Keegs shook his head again.

They were the strongest of the witches, even more powerful than Madison. I discerned the witches from Asia, their clothes made their clothes and looks made their identity too obvious. Gretel was the only witch from Australia, and there was another one whom I guessed was from Antarctica. I recognized the two witches from Europe, and that left me with the option that the last two must be from the states. " Ariel!" Madison brought me back to the present, " were you even listening?". " I'm sorry Madison, I momentarily got carried away", I said.

Not again. Without thinking, I jumped out from behind the table, desperation driving me. “STOP!” I shouted, my voice hoarse with fear and rage. The witch didn’t even flinch. Before she could respond, I grabbed anything I could find—vials of liquid, jars, anything on the table—and started hurling them at her with all my might. The bottles crashed into her, spilling their contents across her dark robes. I didn’t know what I was hoping for—maybe a reaction, maybe some kind of sign that I was hurting her. But instead, she just stood there, unfazed, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

“My name is Ryan. I’m the Rogue Alpha, but you knew that part. These are my seers. They will perform the rite to ensure your integrity…well, your integrity as far as I’m concerned. Clearly, it’s lacking where your Alpha matters.” Mona rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.” Ryan took her by the hand and led her to the three witches. The women were identical, down to the shoes on their feet. They had long, black hair that framed their pale faces. Lips the color of wine stood out against the stark white of their skin. Their dresses were plain white, paired with brown sandals. Three pairs of brown eyes watched her approach.

Witchery involves harnessing the magic already existent throughout the world with rituals and recipes, while warlocks are those who wield the magic of creatures from beyond this world. He wrinkles his nose very delicately. ‘Not warlocks, but some witches, especially those that identify as pagans. Mystics—human practitioners who find ways to harness the magic within their mortal bodies—also tend to work, but they’re very uncommon in this city. I’ll tell you more about them next time I give you and Scintilla a lesson in sorcery.’ He doesn’t seem inclined to explain more, and I don’t want to ask, either, in case I reveal something that I’m not supposed to, so instead I just let him help me heal

The future was uncertain, but we faced it together. When we finally arrived at the coven's sanctuary, the witches greeted us with a mix of curiosity and caution. Their leader, a wise and powerful witch named Emile, welcomed us into their midst. "We have heard of your plight," she said, her eyes piercing as she looked at me. "And we are here to help. If you are indeed half-witch, we will uncover the truth." The process was intricate and intense. I watched the witches perform unusual rituals, cast spells, and delve deep into my past. It was a journey of self-discovery, and as the days went on, the truth began to emerge.