Siphon Witch Novels & Stories

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."

It hits her, and she falls hard and fast. “Zeus, catch her.” Zeus shifts and flies over to her, but she stops herself. “Open the portal; I’ll bring her with me.” She instructs. Zeus descends and shifts. She waves her hand, and the portal opens. Rivk, who must have been hiding, rushes through, and so does the witch. “Should I catch them?” Elliot asks. “No, leave them.” He nods and dashes through the portal. “What about that wolf?” Zeus asks, looking at Eric.

James hesitated for some time as I waited patiently besides him to know the truth, he looked into my eyes innocently and started speaking "I am a Vampire." He was shocked at my reaction because he had expected that I would be scared but I just nodded and waited for him to complete "You are not shocked." I smileed and looked into his eyes "If I know about Cameron then it is obvious I know about vampires." He was taken aback "How do you know so much, who are you." I took in a deep breath "I am a witch and for now I can only tell you this." He stammered as he tried to gain what I said "Witch"

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.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"