Scooby Doo 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?”

I have only seen such in movies, but it was happening to me for real now. Soon, I found myself before Rick, Dolcie and her father, and a woman that was probably a witch judging by her appearance and the way the environment looked. By this time, my power has already been activated. The strange thing was how Dolcie now looked older than her age and the witch was wearing Dolcie's younger face. It turned out that the witch had realized that I was probably a shadow wolf, so she decided to use the unique communication method to summon me to their presence.

She was chanting names to the doll, she wasn’t the only one in the room, her twin sister was sucking off a live bat that she caught flying around the room, she was sucking off its liquid. “Who are you? “ she asked, confused. “You should not have asked me that question," I said to her, ringing the bell and the candles went off. “A strange force just came in, a force that they never knew would exist in just a mere werewolf," her twin turned and looked at me, the left side of her face was burnt and the scar was seen. “Who was the exact witch Zoe visited?” I asked and tapped the table on which bottles of mixtures were kept.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

"Don't tell me that bullshit. At the same time, you were in bed with her. I know you were enjoying each other's time. You whispered soft words to her saying how much you wanted to break up with me and be with Rebecca. That was before you rammed that cock in her. Yeah, I watched you both. You weren't under a spell. Rebecca has her ways to destroy me and get what I have, but witchcraft isn't one." My sister, Rebecca, doesn't have the guts to use witchcraft because she's superstitious. She hated the stories about witches because they were rumored to be ugly and evil. If she saw a black cat, she would run for her life. I even told her about the Red Witch Curse and was frightened. I saw the color

I replied to him. "One more thing I have noticed is that you get influenced by magic but that magic doesn't work whenever you are with me." I added. Alpha Sioux thought and said, "I felt that magic yesterday when Aunt Carol came." I asked him, "Is she a wolf or a witch?" Alpha Sioux said, "She is Sara's relative. She is a witch." I have to be careful around her, I thought to myself. Alpha Sioux said, "If we are pretending, so my question will be valid and I will question you every day."

One witch, her face half-formed in the mist, spat venomous words, her voice was low and terrifying, “You cannot defeat us, little girl. We are eternal. We will claim you both.” Zoey turned to face her with her eyes blazing with an inner fire. “You had your time, witch. This is *our* world now.” She extended her hand toward the witch, and with a single word, a vortex appeared in her palm, pulling the witch in piece by piece, her body disintegrating into nothingness.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

But then, my wolf saw her chance. With lightning-fast reflexes, she sank her teeth into Rocco's neck, ready to finish him off once and for all. But before she could do so, a magical force hit my wolf, throwing her back several feet. I looked up to see Sarah, the wicked witch. Sarah had always been a mysterious figure, and nobody knew exactly what she was capable of. But one thing was for sure: they were all going down. As my wolf recovered from the impact, we watched in horror as Rocco disappeared into thin air, leaving my wolf standing alone in the clearing.

Silas cautiously approached the entrance, but before he could enter, a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was the witch. She was tall and thin with long, tangled hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of dark tendrils. Her eyes were a piercing green, and she wore a tattered cloak that fluttered in the wind. Silas could feel her power emanating from her, and he knew that she was not to be trifled with. He demanded to know if she knew anything about Sara's whereabouts, but the witch simply smiled and said, "Oh, I know all about your little friend. But she's not here."