Mystic Witches Novels & Stories

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

It was the brown haired one again, his eyes narrowed as he stared at me. Suddenly I smelt such a delicious scent that to sniffed him trying to see if it was from him, but it wasn't, I knew what this scent meant, and it scared me and delighted me as well, I was scared that he would reject me just like Alpha Rick did, and I was delighted to know the moon goddess gave me another mate.

The carriage boy gutted to reveal even though he was dead nervous at the moment but not being surprised with the claim still, Princess Rosemary cared less taking him by an unexpected surprise there then again. "My veil would promise his security. I just want to have a word with the lord of young Europe." The powerful words of the mysterious woman again caught the man's breath as he felt heavy chills rushing through his vessels. Acknowledging the fact that the mysterious woman was a witch, the carriage man was already horrified enough to think straight but then hearing her intentions, he just became blank for a minute or two... "Master would murder me for this dare, lady." Immediate regret wa

he said . THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW. it as already dark and just as Destin had instructed Alisa and Virginia arranged 5 virgins whom are to carrying out the cleansing .the 3 witches were dressed on white while the 2 wizards were on black ,they all stood in front of the large crowd of coven members . " et lustop calup vuldra zampalo numbritus caslo " Destin chanted while holding onto a bowl . the candle around them suddenly went off then on again ,

Lyric The witches, all of them appearing as old crones, step out of seemingly thin air. It’s a big coven, more than twenty witches and mages, and all of them are hidden from Bryce’s prying eyes. “A mixed coven,” Pria says. “That’s rare. Usually women don’t allow men to join their coven.” “Two weeks ago, I didn’t think women could be Alphas,” I remark dryly. “Guess you don’t know everything yet.”

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

The atmosphere was solemn as the coven of witches gathered around the shrine in their traditional ceremonial garb. The priestesses of each clan, along with Astena, the leader of the coven, were at its center. They held aloft arcane symbols and chanted incantations in an ancient language that only they understood.

Alpha Martin stared at the witches standing behind her, they had a nonchalant grin on their faces. “Yes Martin, nobody did but I, the most powerful witches in all the world, have been able to do it. I left the hellhole you placed me in Martin and all thanks to you, I was able to find my comrades.” She said, and the witches let out a loud shrilling laughter. Alpha Martin stared at them with disgust. “Why are you here, Morgana?” He asked, and she stopped laughing, prompting the rest to do the same. “You know why, my old friend.”

The sign glowed and several rogues disappeared into it. Eerie whispers of the wind carried tales of the malevolent witches that had taken residence atop the hill, casting a shadow of darkness over the once serene land. Myla, her determined eyes reflecting the starlight above, raised her gun high, rallying the group. "Let's go!" With a shared nod of determination, they began their ascent, the tall grass rustling beneath their boots. As they climbed higher, the atmosphere grew colder, and an otherworldly glow illuminated the path ahead. The witches' presence was palpable.

Both of them answered in unison, which made me laugh. Alan cleared his throat and started. He looked serious now. "The witches are led by the High Priestess. She's the most powerful of them all, and nobody knows just how old she truly is. Witches don’t just make potions. It’s rare, but some of them could also control elements. Four of the strongest witches who are most capable with the elemental spells are given the title 'Lady.' They each have mastery over a specific element, reporting directly to the High Priestess.”