Novels About Witches Novels & Stories

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

"That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!" The witches of the Misty Forest were renowned worldwide for their unparalleled healing abilities, revered as divine figures with the power to bring the dead back to life. But to accept this role meant a lifetime confined to the forest, never to leave again. "I've made up my mind," I said firmly. "I will never leave the forest again." "Very well," she replied, her voice resolute. "From this moment on, you are my successor—the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest."

Someone in that dive bar had answers, and if not, I guess I have a way to let out some steam. Still, as I stalked through the quiet streets, the night closing in around me, I couldn’t shake the ghost of her scent. Lavender, storm rain, wild magic. It clung to me, threading into my lungs like smoke, and no matter how deep I breathed, I couldn’t burn it out. I’m sure I’ll see her again, I just don’t know if I’ll see her as an enemy or a mate. Witches and I have a long history together. Especially the High Witch.

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as

Willow kept her head down as she continued walking, wanting nothing more than just getting to first period. "Hold on there, Witch." A voice hissed her title, making her internally groan. She didn't enjoy being called out like that. Werewolves and Vampires, though were not afraid to mingle and coexist with the Humans, kept to themselves in their private packs or disguised themselves to blend in. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have that type of luxury. After the events of the Dark Witch Karmina all those years ago, everyone in the Supernatural community and even the Humans looked down on them. If it wasn't for their leader of the Light Witches, Miss J, she wouldn't be able to live where she

Hope has been long gone in the eyes of soldiers. This has come too far. When night falls and the light of the moon comes and shines over us, that is the time we are being pushed back and even now we can't do anything. We witches and fairies are sorcerers that take life from the sun, while warlocks and werewolves take them from the moon. Our forces are weakening. Hope has been long gone in the eyes of the soldiers. I can't let this continue on. I can't let my kingdom, my world suffer when I could obviously do something for them. I must do something.

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." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,

“Which one?” He stopped in his tracks. “You can write more than one at a time?” I nodded. “Hell, I can’t even read more than one book at a time!” “Some people are just gifted,” I said primly. “So, which one is your favorite novel?” Nate asked as we got to our seats. “Anything about werewolves,” Kimia answered for me. I smacked her shoulder. “Actually, I have a fun take on the Hansel and Gretl fairy tale that I’m working on. It’s from the witch’s point of view.” I pulled out my notebook.