Riding Witch Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless man, and not the one commanding whatever horrible fate he was condemning her to. “No. No! Me! I’m the witch!” I shouted as I clawed at his sleeve. Shouting loud enough I could get everyone’s attention. Mathis looked at the Mayor. “Don’t listen to it. It’s that one's witchery.” He nodded toward Udora meaningfully. "I’ll correct her."

Naomi is seated beside Citra and gives her shoulder an encouraging squeeze as well. Giving her a brief smile, Citra straightens and folds her hands in front of her on the table. She takes a calming breath before looking up at us. “The witch that attacked Brandon and the others was part of the Riding Hoods. The Red One is the highest witch in their order. They are a group of witches that hunt down and kill werewolves.” The room goes up in a roar of questions, all spoken at once. “You mean like Little Red Riding Hood?” Diego laughs.

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

Trixie said, as she begin to back up. Before she could take ten steps one of the witches used their powers to stop her from moving. Trixie’s feet felt like they weighed three hundred pounds. She looked up at the witch who had stepped forward and with her hands out holding her in place. “Oh, I get it we playing games, why didn’t you just say so, here catch.” Trixie said and tossed a grenade into the witches hands and it blew her ass into ground beef as soon as she caught it. The magic that was holding Trixie disappeared and Trixie wasted no time and hauled ass. She knew she had just pissed off a bunch of witches, but they weren’t playing fair; they used their magic on her, so she used her g

“Today will be your downfall.” The wolves screamed as the witch chanted a spell. This was a cue on Christine to kill the witch. Witches cannot fight back when their hex exchange with a soul. And on cue, with a grimace expression, she chanted the same spell, but faster. She pointed her finger on the witch and before the latter could kill the gamma, she casted the spell to herself.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin