Phobos Witch Novels & Stories

“She is the one that killed Robb, not any of my family.” “Don’t give me all that shit!” He yelled at Aurora who didn’t even flinch. “I have had enough of…” His words trailed off as he watched Mani do something to Phoebe that made her start to shift into a white wolf right in front of her. “What? You…” His eyes widened at the sight in front of her in utter shock, his brain was finding it hard to keep up with his sight. “Yes, she is a werewolf. A beta wolf and her name is Phoebe, she is a member of the pack you ruled and is obsessed with you.” Aurora confirmed his thoughts beside him, glaring at Phoebe with hatred.

I groaned as I looked around, trying to determine if I recognized it. Of course, I have no fucking clue where I am. I gripped the handle tighter, taking a defensive stance as a ring of fire surrounded the clearing, trapping me in the middle. “Oh, have I reached the boss level?” I questioned. “SHOW YOURSELF, SHIT WITCH!” I shouted. “That is not my name.” Shit Witch scoffed as the flames parted. “I am Melania, the most powerful witch in the world.” She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

The witch lifted her hand, and when she did the tip of the staff she was holding to turned into a black blade. “With your soul, I send my regards to your whore of a mother, Calleb Shaldan.” But just before the witch could pierce Calleb’s heart with her sharp staff — vines with sharp thorns began to appear from the window of the West Wing. Ursula lowered her arms to look. And when she saw that familiar ginger hair even against the darkness — the witch could only curse and let out a blood curdling yell. “Accashia Corbok!" She screamed her name. "Not so pleasurable to see you here.”

The witch said with irritation in her tone. I scoffed and slowly rose up to my feet. I sauntered over to her and she remained rooted to her spot. I was used to intimidating people but this witch was brave enough to withstand me. She would be a great asset, not only in helping me get Phoebe but also destroying any enemy that might rise up against me. I had so many plans against the Red rose pack . The moment I claim Phoebe, I would take over the pack making each subject a slave to me.

My whole body tingling as if I’d been set on fire. My whole life I’d been taught that the Blood Moons were awful, barbaric, stupid slobs. However, the more I looked around, the more they just seemed like normal wolves, just going about their lives. “Oooh, they’ve got booze!” Lucy yelled over the music. “Let’s get some punch, I bet it’ll calm your nerves.” I wasn’t exactly sold on the idea—I had never drunk before except ceremonial wine—but as he shoved the cup into my hand and the scent of vodka and fruit hit my nose and I stared into the red solo cup, I just shrugged and slammed it.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

Mira asked as she sat down closer to her friend. Alicia looked at her with a curious gaze, the look on Mira's face gave away that whatever she was about to tell her would be big news. "No, I have not. Tell me." Alicia said to her friend as she stared at her with clear interest. "Well, the war is over. Turns out the werewolves won, and the witches surrendered simply because they were a fucking lot stronger than we'll ever be and we are dying for no reason so they believed it was better to surrender, the alpha of the werewolves will soon take over the throne." Mira said and all the blood drained from Alicia's face.