Siphon Witch Novels & Stories

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

The air simply grew heavier, filled with that suffocating, sharp scent of ozone that always followed witch magic. “Rest time is over, little memento,” the lead witch whispered. Her bare face, without the mask, looked even more repulsive in the cave’s blue glow. “Your Alpha is moving too slowly. It seems he needs a little… motivation.” Two more figures stepped out of the shadows. They held long staffs studded with shards of ice, their tips vibrating ominously. “What do you want?” I asked, but my voice came out dry and hoarse. “What Silas promised but never dared to give,” the witch replied, waving her hand.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

He moved my shirt aside exposing my neck and then his warm breath hit my skin, he sniffed at it as he spoke "It's been a long time and I still remember how you taste, I could never find anything better and the wonderful odour that you have is so inviting." Goosebumps rose on my skin and I knew he was gonna bite me so my eyes closed themselves in fear. I began to panic at first but then I took in a deep breath to relax myself then I reminded myself that I was a witch with this thought I opened my eyes and snapped my fingers and with that he was on the floor away from me. I took this opportunity and began to run towards my car at the fastest speed I could but I could not make it too far becaus

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 was sitting in a booth, alone, nursing a tall glass of beer, but I noticed that it was almost empty. I approached the bartender to order a pint of beer and carried it over to her, pushing the drink towards her, like an offering of sorts. “So, can you finally tell me about this witch?” I asked right away. I don’t intend to drag it out any longer. “Well, she’s pretty powerful.” Shania’s words were already slurring and it’s just seven in the evening. She took a swig of the cold brew and when she put it down, I saw that she had already drank half of it. “Her name is Vevila Callaghan and she can make potions that do all sorts of things.”

she announced, weakly, walking away from both men and towards the seemingly alive pot. She stared at it with a contemplative look for a few seconds then waved her hand over it, bringing an end to its movement then switched off the stove. "Did something happen?" Tristan questioned as both he and Charon kept a safe distance from the stove. Helena stared at the stains on the all, intensely, ignoring his question and snapped her finger, causing the mess to evaporate in a cloud of purple. "Helena!" Charon snapped, having lost his patience and marched over to her despite their Father's protests, forcing her to turn around and look at him.

Outside the palace, the witches were waiting for the sun to go down. Their eyes fixed on the black, round metal pot, which was crafted from 11 different metals to capture the essence of the souls trapped within those green walls. Once the ritual is finished, the pot will be full. Once a witch drinks that soul essence, her primordial vein will become s: the: the Primordial vein, the vein where a witch's true power is hidden.

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

"The test is simple. The girl will stand in the circle. If she is a half-griffin, half-wolf...as she has claimed, the silver will do nothing. Her griffin blood will protect her." He paused. Let the silence stretch. "If she is a witch... the silver will burn." The crowd murmured. Wolves shifted in their seats. I saw Sha near the front, her face pale, her hands clasped. She wouldn't look at me. Couldn't even meet my eyes. Cressida stood at the edge of the ice. Raven beside her. Their hands were linked. "You don't have to do this," I said quietly. "Yes," Cressida said. "I do."