Psychic Witch Novels & Stories

My witch materialized into the scene. That son of a bitch. “May I?” I nodded a yes for her to go on. Although she’s a powerful witch, but she cannot undo a telepathy’s jinx on a victim. She can only weaken the hold for some seconds while the victim regains his or her sense of duty as well as reasoning for the bare seconds or minute she could hold for. “Espadę na veż,” she chanted and her eyes glowed bright gold. Lisa who wouldn’t stop yapping on how I’ve abandoned her suddenly quit talking. She gasped next as she froze on a spot with her face curtained with shock.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

, she retorts. "I'm 25 years old and hearing shit about myself I've never imagined. I've always thought I was cursed and hated my life and now what?", she stands up and begins to pace, "you're telling me, I'm not human, I'm not cursed, I'm this 'special, powerful witch', the strongest in your…world",she says making air quotes, "and I'm supposed to just accept that? I need to comprehend this, give a girl a break". "How about you do that in the otherworld?", Lucas suggests.

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

"It's more what I can do for you, Alpha. Your mother filled me in on your conversation this morning. I think I can be of some help." "I don't understand." "Powers linked to the mind—precognition, psychometry—can be tricky to master. They're not as uncommon in witches, however, as they are in wolves. I have some techniques that I can share with you to help you develop your skills, if you're interested."

Witch? "You must be joking," Lisbeth said. "There are no real witches in this world. There are only psychics or psychics, and even those are very rare." "Humans like you are such know-it-alls," Harwind said with a sneer. "It's your nature, to think you're the most superior of all earthly creatures. Yet there are still us supernatural beings who possess abilities you don't possess." Lisbeth turned to Harwind. Her eyebrows raised. "And who are you? A cockroach demon?"

She felt only the fire. Inside her, the "Witch" was no longer a dormant spark or a gentle guiding hand; it was a white-hot, unchecked inferno. Her hair, a cascade of deep violet, whipped around her face in the gale, the brilliant silver streaks within the strands glowing with a celestial, lunar light. Her eyes were no longer the soft violet of a woman; they were glowing orbs of incandescent silver, the mark of a High Priestess Witch fully awakened. It clawed at the lining of her ribs, its hunger fueled by a primal, maternal desperation that threatened to consume her sanity.

I only needed to fill in a few gaps. Rosalie asked for our empty teacups so that she could read the leaves. Within minutes she was naming Lady Margaret Jane Chapman, high priestess and scoundrel as the witch attached to the evil vampire, Lord Rufus Elizabeth. I was amazed at how the names came pouring forth, since I hadn’t mentioned them and I didn’t think Isabelle had either. If anything, this woman was an excellent psychic! That wasn’t always the case. Just because someone practiced magic, it didn’t mean they had the sight. I wondered if she was as good a magician as she was a seer.

“You know the law. You've known it your whole life.” I stared at his back, reminding me of our past but I spoke like the words he uttered didn't already make me weak. “She's not a threat.” He finally faced me—slow and predatory. The only way only an Alpha could. “Witches,” he spat, “can manipulate the minds of wolves. Their psychic gifts can override instincts. Break packs, especially the oldest ones and when there are many of them.” His hands flexed at his sides. “She'll be burned before sundown.”

"Yes! That would be great! I would like to!" Aldricus laughed, "Right, would you give me your hand, please?" Harper glanced at Wyatt beside her, his face relaxed. Harper took it as a positive signal. Then she stood up, walked to Aldricus, and reached out his hand to him. "Miss Laurier, there's something I want you to know. The power of a witch comes from the soul, while the power of The Elder comes from the mind." Aldricus gently held Harper's right hand, "So, please try to feel the connection between us, heart to heart."