Siphon Witch Novels & Stories

It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the livings more than other elements, it will take away all oxygen in your body and around you it's a definite win if Lilan does it right. Though with immense worry for what damage w

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

the witch said. “Sapphire. Born of no known house. Claimed by me as a mate. Taken from me by traitors and fools.” The witch poured dark oil into the blood and began chanting. I couldn’t understand the words, but they stirred something inside me. A pressure built in my chest, it felt tight and unrelenting. The flames flared green, then black. Suddenly, the air around us thickened. My vision blurred, and I staggered forward. “Steady,” she instructed.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

Angry, I demanded an answer. “Fuck,” she took a glass of water until she drank it all, she collapsed on the couch in shock, searching for a voice to answer me, “The siphons are a subsection of witches born without the ability to generate their own magic, but they possess a rare power that allows them to divert and absorb magic from other sources and use that magic for your own purposes.” "That?" I asked, on the verge of going crazy, I frowned, “Are you telling me that my son is a witch?”

I was in the coupling with him and I knew that if he needed me to, I would travel to the depths of hell and back to protect him and I knew he would without a doubt do the same for me. "What exactly is a siphon Wendy?" Liam asked. Wendy looked at me as if she was trying to determine if I could mentally handle any more surprises. Truthfully, I wasn't so sure I could myself. "Siphons are said to be the most powerful of witches. That's why they ruled the Celtic Coven. They can strip any supernatural being of their magic, absorb it and make it their own. It was used as a form of punishment for lawbreakers and treasonous acts until one of the rulers abused the power and too many witches ended up d

The circle of drugged humans hummed in unison, their voices a low, clashing hum. "It's starting," Vida shouted over the wind. She and the witches were already moving, forming a counter-circle near the entrance. "We have to break the link!" "Go," Mathias roared. He and Daxon didn't hesitate. They shifted mid-stride. It was ugly. The Siphon was already draining the surrounding environment's magic in the room, making the shift agonizing. I heard bones crack and reset wrong. I saw fur sprouting in patches. But they didn't stop. Two massive, malformed wolves barreled down the center aisle, claws scrabbling on the stone floor.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

“Was already coming to that, but let’s tackle it. Siphons, unlike witches, do not need to utter words, though there are advanced spells that might need words, but they can do basic magic by just thinking about it.” The red ball was swirling now. “Like I said, nature always finds a way to balance every magic it gives and witches are no different. If they can access their magic without touching anything or finding it first, then they can also think of what they want to happen without first uttering words, you can imagine how out of control they would be.” Siphons. I had no idea there was a thing like that.