Mystic Witches Novels & Stories

He turned towards witches and hollered. Witches joined in a circle and started their enchanting. My mate, Marlekeen and Eeskra led the circle, while we were fighting off the demons who were trying to attack them between the light flashes. Hairs of the witches rose in the air as they enchanted, and a new gust of crimson red magic saturated with blood-bounding sigil slithered through the grounds of Macabantran Castle.

She was rummaging for something on her desk until she showed us a piece of paper. "What's that?" I asked. "It's a map. I know it doesn't look that much but it can still help us find our way to Newhallow Mountain, where Taewe, the Village of Mystic is located." I've heard about this village. What Nereza said was true, Taewe is known as the Village of Mystic. The people who live there are mostly enchanted beings like elves and witches. But not all lands in Aldemore have a Mystic Village. I have heard that only five territories are lucky enough to have a village like Taewe.

We know how to work together, and we know the enemy. Going with Kanati and starting at the site where Kayla was taken were Jared, Summer, Rowen, Arya, Liam, Zak, Brandon, and Corinda. They’d be joined by Citra’s counterpart, Hawk—the High Priest of the Mother Coven—who was a huge asset in the last war. He’s bringing three other Mother witches and two Crone witches. Yeah, Crone witches fighting Crone witches sounds weird, but the Riding Hoods don’t represent the true Crone teachings. Many Crone-aligned witches want them gone—they’re a stain.

"A witch named Sybil. A mate, Wyatt. A virgin, Misty," she whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "She serves the dark lords." After a moment of deep contemplation, Hazel's mind suddenly connected the dots. Sybil had the uncanny ability to transfer her spirit into Misty's body. Hazel realizes Sybil's plan: to inhabit Misty's form, mate with Wyatt, and leave Hazel marked with an opposing spirit, signifying Wyatt's deadly intent as her own mate. Hazel knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself against such a threat where she had to fight her mate. All of Sybil's sinister machinations to conquer the world were beginning to make sense. Hazel understood that she couldn't achieve dominance alo

“They want me to have sex so that they can have a lineage of white wolves.” She could see the rage in his eyes, “Do they want to rape you?” “No, they said they would give me time to fall in love with the one I would be breeding with.” “What the fuck? Are they also white wolves?” “No, they’re Mystics, half white and half black wolves. They’re known as Mystics.” “This is getting more fucked up by the minute.” “According to them, I’m called a Muraco.” “What in the genuine fuck?” “I know, but they said that they would take me by force if push comes to shove.”

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

"During Bellum Mortis?" "Yeah she was. She was killed with the rest of the witches," He admitted. I've heard a lot about Bellum Mortis. It was a war like never before. A war between the three Mystics. We call ourselves the Mystics. That's how we differentiate ourselves from the humans. I've heard that all the witches died during the war, but I always thought it was just an exaggeration. I never would have imagined that it was true. "I didn't think you would be a weird one," The guy said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

The darkened chamber echoed with the footsteps of the coven, leaving the mysteries of the night to unfold. In the heart of the Silver Moon Pack territory, within the mystical enclave where the witches had found refuge, Morgana, the venerable leader of the magical beings, gathered her coven around her. The atmosphere hummed with both the palpable energy of the supernatural and the undercurrent of tension brought on by the impending threat.

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

The link was lost before the last statement was finished but the message passed was clear as day and yet, he was left in confusion. "Lucian is on the Crystal Mountain." The king announced and everyone chorused in surprise. "The Crystal mountain!" The historical Crystal mountain is the holy worship ground of the moon goddess which only exists in the pack's history book and has become part of the history that everyone including himself learnt as a child. In the book, it was stated that the mountain was last seen centuries ago, during the time when the guardian witch was alive, so it was lost to all supernaturals after the guardian's death. No supernaturals could find their way there again.