Mythology Witches Novels & Stories

But I'm not like the other witches, cuz if it's rare a boy being born in this race, being the daughter of a woman and men from this race it's the rarest case ever. Like I've said, it's a really rare case when someone has four wraths like me. The normal people have, of course, one wrath. The nobles have normally two wraths. The royals and the other races like the witches, the faes, the werewolves+ had three wraths. But four? Well, this is a problem. It's almost like being a living target and a threat to those royals and powerful races. Not that I care. Cuz I couldn't care less about that.

I stare at myself in the mirror and remind myself that I need to be better, stronger, faster. “You know how far away Summer Hill is?” Aunt Jo asks me as she ties the laces on her sneakers. “I do.” It’s going to take us hours to get there. But I needed to run. I need to think about what I want to say to him. Which is why I ask what deity witches pray to. “Hecate. Ora. Witches pray to the goddess Hecate. Wolves pray to the goddess Selene. It is said that Hecate and Selene are friends.” The thought of that comforted me. My aunts may be together in the afterlife if their goddesses are friendly.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Her eyelid twitches up, as she starts murmuring out some words. "Greetings Shipton mother of all witches and Hecate the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells, I call upon you people as I thanked you two for your guidance in our various lives. Great women with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts……. "Hecate, the mother of the doorways, guides my door and protects me, and shuts off any door that will lead to my destruction……. Shipton, Aradia, and queen of all witches…..

"I'm sorry, but you have to explain better." "Your Goddess..." He falters. "The Moon Goddess?" "Yes." He replies. "Thousands of years ago, there were two types of witches: the White witches, who are known to be good, and the Black witches, who are tagged evil. War broke out between the two, and when the Black witches tried to fight back, they realized that the White witches had blocked off the conduit through which they could generate power and energy. So they were left helpless and defenceless against the White witches." He paused again to see if I was following.

“Let’s try this one. It looks like it might cover witches.” “Alright,” Anna said, and together they opened the book. Inside were entries on hundreds of mystical beings. Some were described in detail—werewolves, dragons, vampires, faes, mages—and others only briefly mentioned. Each creature had a page or two, detailing their origins, abilities, and myths surrounding them. Finally, they reached a section labeled Witches. Rhea’s hands trembled slightly as she turned the page. Her heart was beating fast, her breath caught in her throat. Part of her was terrified of what she might learn—but the other part was desperate to finally know the truth.

"Dreams that feel so real. You are Zaekyr. Athena." "I'm not. It's not real." Anna said stubbornly. "I was just a kid when the war between the witches and the wolves happened. And I saw her face. Fierce, the leader of the witches. It was a collective votes of the wolves that made the story of the witches die, but mothers still told it to the children....even when also they don't believe it's true. The children get scared while they are kids and in the future, they also don't believe that the witches are real. They are....and many others. If we can exist, they can exist too. We don't just know them."

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were