Poison Witch Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

"I don't think we should talk about that right now, Alpha." "And why shouldn't we? You're not a dark witch, which makes you more suspicious." Alex retorted, but Ellie just held his hand, seeing how uncomfortable the woman was. "She has really helped me, Alex." "I am a dark witch, on the path where I'm wicked and cunning, as you said before. And I'm the only dark witch who can help humans see the past, but I can't see it myself like a white witch. And it's fine. If you don't trust me, Alpha, I understand why you don't, but what I'm after is to also catch who the culprit is." She said, which made Alex finally relaxed. "There's also a witch who's working with the rogues, and the witch has been

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

The witch was already inside, kneeling beside Lucian and Caius. She looked up, face grim. “The boys have been poisoned.” My blood went cold. “They’re still alive, still holding on,” she continued, gently brushing Caius’s cheek, “but something is draining their strength. If it continues, they won’t be able to shift when the time comes. They won’t be what they were born to be.” Lorien stepped forward, anger simmering in his voice. “What did this to them?” The witch shook her head. “Whoever it was hid themselves well. She masked her scent. But…” she paused, narrowing her eyes, “she wore a black chain. A rare metal. I've only seen it once before.”

A maid dressed in a uniform rushed inside with a bowl in her hands. “That bowl contains vellum; a deadly mixture of wolfsbane, stevia, and arsenic. It can kill humans, werewolves, and even witches.” Veronika’s lips curved in a sneer as she continued. “I have asked my men to take a similar bowl to your mother.” Her smile widened as her gaze drifted to Keith. “You must make Melinda to drink this poison if you want to save your mother. If you hesitate, my men will feed this same poison to your mother. Today, you can save only one of them. That is the price you will pay for messing with me.”

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

he said, his voice grim. I nodded, my mind racing. This was no accident. Someone had deliberately poisoned the witches. Liam carefully picked up one of the tea cups, emptying its contents onto the floor. As he did, a small totem became visible at the bottom of the cup. It was a tiny, delicate thing, carved from a piece of dark wood. The totem depicted a serpent coiled around a staff, its body intricately detailed with tiny scales and ridges. The staff itself was adorned with tiny, glowing runes that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.