Mythology Witches Novels & Stories

Long ago, when the Moon Goddess slept inside the cradle of oblivion, Comba was the only god of the world. Just like how the Moon Goddess blessed the werewolves with their wolf counterparts, Comba blessed the witches with the ability to command the nature at will across the seven seas.

she was not the witch but helped them as their own. In ancient times, the wolves and the witches were at war. They could not stand each other...all the other packs made a plan to finish the covens of the witches by burning them alive. Athena was the girl belonged to the small town where witches lived...her mother was one...but married to a mortal. She was pure beauty, the kind of you stop in your tracks just to see her. When the alpha of the Czar pack saw her...he chased her until he got her.

"I thought you said he created witches?" I blinked, thrown off. "Yeah... I did say that!" Her smile faded, her expression turning eerily neutral. Then, with a voice as sharp as a blade, she said, "Which is the one who created him?" A chill ran down my spine. "Witches are far older than you think," she continued, her tone slow and deliberate. "Ancient. And once upon a time, they were seen as a gift to the world. They weren’t monsters, they weren’t hunted—they were respected. A blessing passed down through bloodlines. But it wasn’t something just anyone could inherit."

“I don't understand how I am one. Well, the goddess said to come to you if I had any questions. She said you have some things to explain to me.” She breathed. Furthermore, she snapped her fingers and the atmosphere in the room changed. The closet and interior decor fade into darkness as moving pictures that seem like… Memories. They began playing with a cinematic view. “The truth, Claudia, I can only tell you about what our world is about. I can't force your experiences.” I nodded. “In the gray realm, there are two kinds of witches. The pure witches are called pristine and the not so pure ones are called raven. Ravens are witches who have turned to dark magic and sacrifices, necromancy. This

There was a couch in the room, so I sat there while Mom now turned, giving me her back as she walked to the window. “I don't know if you've heard the saying that witches and werewolves don't mix?” It sounded like a question, so even though she couldn't see me, I still nodded my head. “Witches are the root of all evil; they do spells, manipulate, and are the reason why bad things happen.” Okay, I don't know why she was telling me this, but it was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. “Long back in the witch coven lived a girl, Bella. She was smart, beautiful, and very curious. Now, just like other tribes, witches also had a leader; unlike werewolves, their leader is called a mother witch.

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.”

So I went ahead to type ‘theban alphabet’ in the search bar. ‘The Theban alphabet, also known as the witches' alphabet, is a writing system, specifically a substitution cipher of the Latin script, that was used by early modern occultists and is popular in the Wicca movement.’ Okay, that much I knew about. What I wanted to know was, what connection does a witch have with werewolves? After thinking for a while, I typed in ‘types of witches’ in the search bar. A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted.

“Watching you, interacting with you, seeing how you interact with others—I’ve seen enough.” “Enough what?” Thea said. “We witches have a different goddess than yours,” Allegra said. “Hecate. Some wolves assume she’s evil, but she’s not. Witches, like werewolves, have the freedom to choose what they do with their powers. You have chosen to help the oppressed. Others have chosen to be oppressors. To have the power of an Alpha and use it to abuse wolves who can’t fight back and who would love them and serve them by choice if given the freedom—that’s evil. Your moon goddess is not evil. There are witches like those evil Alphas. But there are more good than bad.”

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds. Witches were basically the balance between life and death, the gatekeeper between portals and the link between good and evil. If a witch was powerful enough, she could manage to open a portal from our world into the underworld... but that was some serious black magic type shit. It was strictly forbidden because of the effect it left on the soul, turning the witch who cast the spell completely evil to the core. I shuddered just thinking of it... Was she out of her mind!? "Not only did she summon a bunch of hellhounds as their puppets, she summoned the demon of stone and venom, Medusa."