Pride Witch Novels & Stories

I started bringing up my worthless heartbreaking story to Viola, but it helped me understand that killing to succeed in revenge won't improve things. "I thought he and I were meant to be, but he broke my heart by being with another." I continued. "I lost the one person who would love me to be with another. I, too, lost faith as it turned to vengeful thoughts. I planned to have my revenge on them and prove that their life wasn't worth my concern by becoming the Mistress of Pandora and having my closes friends like Zayn here. They have my back. I didn't become a witch to show how powerful I am. I am a witch because of my blood. I will show them I can care for myself and protect others."

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

"She's their prince's beloved..which means, alpha prince's love rival" I clenched my jaw... what's the moon goddess playing at?! I'm not gonna share my mate with anyone.. she's Mine! Mine alone! "If she's not supposed to be a wolf, what is she then? A vampire? Or a witch?" Dad asked. "The Alpha prince's mate is a witch!" The door burst open. "I'm a witch?!" Oh no, could it be she heard all the seer said?

She was a powerful witch, the leader of the most feared association, and she could finally say out loud what she had always wanted to: She wanted nothing to do with Alpha Maverick Prill.

Why am I doing all this? I made a promise a long time ago that I was going to be the last face Kaden and his pack would ever see. I was a witch, a very powerful dark witch on a mission, disguising as a werewolf. What the hell was a witch doing lying to the primordial hybrid? And within his pack boundaries, didn't she know the risk involved with messing with a primordial? Not to mention the cursed hybrid. Everyone knew better than to try to deceive or mess around with a primordial, all who dared to do so never lived long enough to tell the tale. But here I was risking it all just to settle an old score with the primordials.

They were walking and most of the Lycans began to smell the witch strongly and were looking at her with great hatred and wished to kill her or burn her alive so that they would recover from her and the witches, but no one could move or do anything because it was the orders of the witches. They reached the podium and Ka Ayden was sitting here and watched them approaching him. Ayden stood from his place and said with a wide and sarcastic smile at the same time as he looked at the witch, but directed his talk to Adrian: I asked you to die any magician from the kingdom of wizards, but you what did you do! You brought someone from the witches' royal family? Well done Adrian, you always surprise m

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

I was furious for Pru; no wonder she didn't like Greta. "She pocketed it the night that I was captured." Pru sighed as she stood up. "She pocketed what? What is a grimoire?" Matt seemed to be even more confused than she was before. "That's Pru's book of magic. It's passed down from witch to witch. The older a grimoire is, the more cherished and desired it is. It's like a family heirloom that can teach you about all sorts of magic." I answered, and I felt all eyes in the room fall onto me. A blush crept onto my cheeks. "Turns out Brigid is a quarter witch. She's one of our pack elders. She recently told me about her past and her true identity."

"There isn't much. But there is a small section detailing the myth of the Alpha Prime in connection to illusionists and witches." Ford’s head snapped up instantly, his amber eyes locking onto the book. "What does it say?" Bree flipped through the yellowed pages, her eyes scanning the dense, handwritten script. "It says because the Prime gene is a volatile, destructive dominance one that requires an immense amount of physical infrastructure just to manifest, witches were usually employed to help keep them calm." “That’s all?” Ford asked, straightening.