Siphon 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?”

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

Thaddious-Black Magic- Caverns-Sorceress's Layer "Can you fix me?!" I demanded of the Sorceress Cordia. She was really starting to piss off. Cordia rubbed her palm across the black pool inside her cauldron. There appeared an image of a young woman sitting in front of a mirror. "First, we have to get the antidote." She said. She used her powers to get inside the woman's relm. We both heard the spell the witch was trying to cast on herself. Cordia looked at me.

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

​The retreat from the Abyssal Anchor had been a narrow escape from a static past, but the future rushing toward them was a tidal wave of absolute zero. The Grand Chorus of the Siphons didn't arrive with ships; they arrived as a Cessation. Across a thousand light-years of the Andromeda sector, the stars began to "Wink Out" in a rhythmic, mathematical sequence. It wasn't an eclipse—it was the Siphons systematically de-rezzing the light of the universe to prepare a silent stage for their final command.

They only kept on increasing the more I kill. I lost contact with my wolf and start to loose my energy gradually which is really strange, my wounds are refusing to heal. By the time I killed the fifteenth wolf I could barely maintain my stance. I fell to the floor on one knee, barely holding up with dizziness setting in fast from blood loss while the rest of the wolfs took the opportunity and launched another attack to finish me off completely. A surprising blinding light shine through the forest and the atmosphere suddenly become disturbed. Cloud rumbles with great dissatisfaction while it darkens with the speed of light, the air around thickened while piles of dead leafs rose from the floo

“She’s the family healer. Took over from her mom when she passed. She’s not a witch, but she can manage a few spells.” “A werewolf who is not a mage, but can manage a few spells?” I noted. “That’s very interesting.” “She’s not a werewolf,” Xavier said and I turned to her. He added. “She’s a siphon.” “What?” I blinked. “She doesn’t magic that she can call her own,” he continued. “She draws magic from any one attuned to magic around her for her spells. Essentially, she has to be around someone who can practice magic to do the same, or she’s useless.”

It was Thorne who voiced this question. "She's what's known as a Siphoner. In order to wield magic, she has to siphon it from another magical being like witches or fae. In order to rapidly heal she would have to siphon the ability from either a werewolf or vampire. She doesn't necessarily have to kill them, just absorb their abilities the way a parasite would." "That explains the multiple attacks on all of our kind," Julian mused, "but it doesn't explain everything else she's done."

The moment the words leave Atlas’s mouth, everything in me stills. The triangle. And if the witch is a siphoner, she picked the place where she knew she would be the strongest. Siphoners weren’t just witches. They were conduits. Parasites, some called them. Drawing power not from their own blood, but from the world around them, magic in the soil, ley lines in the ground, the bloodshed in rogue territory, the chaos of Hollow Pines, and the dormant psychic energy of humans who don’t even know they carry it.