Mystic Witches Novels & Stories

She loaded the heavy chest into an unmarked carriage and drove out into the dead of night, heading toward the shifting, foul mists of the outer border marshes. Deep within a hollowed-out grove of dead willow trees, the dark coven was waiting. Three ancient blood witches sat around a boiling iron cauldron, their faces hidden behind masks woven from dried human skin. They smelled of sulfur, copper, and fresh decay. Tanya dragged the heavy chest of gold and moon-gems across the damp earth, slamming it down before the hags.

"I don't understand." "The master was a very powerful demon, a king in fact. He was also selfish and arrogant, concerned only with his conquests and expanding his throne. In order to win a war against another demon lord he broke the heart of a mystic, a particularly ruthless one. In her rage she placed a curse on him." Victoria frowned. Mystics... As if reading her mind Nicholas said, "They are rare beings, stronger than witches, with almost god like power." Fantastic, she thought sarcastically. "What kind of curse?"

Duran held one of her foot at his waist while he pressed his crotch between her legs, moaning and groaning as they sucked on each other’s face. “My, My,” Roger cleared his throat as he watched the scene with a flushed face. “Oh dear Moon Goddess,” Nigel rolled his eyes. “Maybe some days apart will do them some good.” “So I guess that's settled then. Nigel, Velma, Valko, Lazarus, Duran and I will be heading to this Mystic Mountain to find this pure —” Miranda didn't know what or who they were going to seek out. “A pure-blooded witch,” Lazarus finished for her.

Overall the place seemed very grand, meant for a royal but then an image of the castle materialized into my head and the current place I was in was nothing compared to it. Thinking about the castle led my thoughts to William; oh how I missed him! I could feel the tears well up in my eyes when I realized what was about to happen; Elizabeth somehow transformed into my appearance and would go to my mate pretending to be me and live the life that was meant to be mine. "Why don't you take a seat and I'll explain everything to you, huh?" the kind lady asked in a soft tone of voice. I nodded my head in reply and took a seat on one of the many couches. "Well you see, My name is Margo and I'm one of

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria. After many years of peaceful coexistence, the witches accidentally opened a portal to another world inhabited by many animals and people called humans. Although they resembled each other, humans lacked magical or shapeshifting abilities. Over time, the witches travelled in secret between realms, but some never returned to Mysteria. Witches had been caught casting spells. Out of fear of becoming cursed, the humans bound and burnt them at the stake.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

“To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.”