Psychic Witch Novels & Stories

Zayn started. "I'm not a witch doctor," she interjected. "I'm a doctor who happens to be a witch." Zayn stood there in silence, looking at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to speak to him with such assertiveness. He was used to people being intimidated by him and following his orders without question. "I'm not here to be bossed around by you," she said, crossing her arms. "I'm here to help!”

She asked gullibly. "Lucia! You are a special being, born once in a century. You are more powerful than the head of the Witches, wolves, vampires combined if you harness your power properly." Her mother said and stopped a while, locking her hands in Lucia's who was listening with rapt attention. She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit.

Says the way he felt when he entered the room drove his wolf crazy. dark magic I couldn't help but think it could be used to identify mates even before they knew they were fated. It was only Addanc who could perform such. This was indeed a confirmation that Addanc was the mastermind of those papers, with Pete as the associate and Theo as the inside man. But why did Pete result to such evil measures? Even go as far as black mailing his own son?

He is known to be tall and has followed a path that distinguishes him from other warlocks, leading to significant destruction and numerous deaths. This individual possesses considerable power and abilities that some witches may no longer possess. Currently, witches practice spellcasting with balance and intention. We are strong and limitless but only need power when it is used; otherwise, it remains dormant. For those needing this power, love is essential, though it can also lead to its undoing. This information is provided as a precautionary measure, although it is hoped that it may not be necessary. Be aware that while I have not met you, I hold concern for you. We shall communicate throug

He looks at me like I’m speaking a different language and the skepticism on his face is to be expected but not at all comforting. “A psychometric witch can recall the past, memories and emotions associated with an object. It would be like her visions, only rather than being random or brought about by her concentrating on someone she knows, the object would be the focus. If she is what I suspect, she would likely be the only one of her kind and that would make her the single most coveted creature alive today, even above Vitandi.” I explain in finer detail exactly what I’m talking about and hope that the significance is not lost on him.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

She knew she couldn't rely on that flake. “Ugh, I bet she’s off dancing to some spirits.” Isolde frowns and swishes away the connection. What is she going to do now? She doesn’t know any other doctors who specialize in supernatural beings...well, except Noime. Bang Bang She jumps at the pounding on the door. “Witch.” “Witch.” Shit! She needs to do something, or Rivk would have her head. She didn’t get away from that bastard warlock just to get herself killed by another man.

“She is a Green witch, yes. But she is also a Chaos witch. A hybrid. By simple nature she should not have that level of fear. Frankly, a majority of Chaos witches have an unhealthy lack of fear. They don’t fear wolves. In fact they are typically our liaisons with wolf packs because of their ability to understand and work with your kind. Did you see her flinch? She was taught to do that, conditioned to cower. She is more powerful than Eliza, but has no idea. Eliza would not be able to pull off these Shadow Markers, let alone sustain them.” I sit on the couch, I am mentally tired and it appears we are going to be here for a little while getting on the same page. “So what you’re saying is that

"How exactly?" Keto answered from the front seat, eyes still on the road. "Through a witch.". I exhaled, relaxing into my chair. "Witches again? These people have too much power. Being able to track someone's location with a piece of fabric? That's not safe." Kira nodded. "It is. That's why most people fear them. Witches don't always fool around with herbs and potions. Some can communicate with the spirit realm, some read minds, and a chosen few, well, they can find anyone, anywhere."

It was then that the Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens shouted sternly in Alex’s mind palace. Her voice carried some kind of arcane magical power, interfering with that strange heat energy in Alex’s body. In an instant, Alex was slightly clear-headed. “It’s the Puppet-drawing Spell under the Witch Curse!” The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens telepathized with Alex via divine sense. “The Witch Curse is not a curse belonging to this universe. I studied it for a long time, but I couldn’t study it thoroughly. However, it is certain that this is a curse left by a great ancient witch. I can only help dissolve half of it now. As for the other half, you have to rely on yourself.”