Siphon Witch Novels & Stories

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.

"Give it to me—NOW." The witch gazed down at her with chilling stillness. "You do not command me." Then she uncorked the vial. Silver vapor rose like a twisting ghost. Seraphina inhaled sharply—not by choice. The smoke forced itself into her lungs. Her back arched violently, her eyes rolled. The black in her veins recoiled… then began to fade. The guards stared, wide-eyed. The witch whispered something ancient, a chant that vibrated through the floorboards. Seraphina collapsed against the couch, chest heaving.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

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?"

But in the midst of that chaotic tapestry, one image stood out like a beacon of light in the darkness: Agnes. As the silvery glow in her eyes dimmed, Seraphina knew that Agnes had not only regained her powers but had ascended to a level of mastery that was awe-inspiring. She had become a witch of the first order, a title reserved for the most skilled and formidable among their kind. Seraphina's heart swelled with pride and admiration for the young witch. Agnes, who had once been stripped of her magic, had not only reclaimed her abilities but had surpassed all expectations. She had risen like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever. It was a testament to her resilienc

The lead witch stumbled backward, her face a mask of shock and fury. "Fools, do you suppose your revolt will stand against the last wave?" she shrieked. "We don't need to break you, Sama Arthur. We only need to sever your connection with the child!" Suddenly, another sound cut across the battlefield—not chanting, but a low, piercing whistle that rose in pitch. It was on another side, behind the coven. A third witch, perched on a raised rock, played a strange, obsidian flute. When she blew into it, the sound seemed to bypass all material boundaries and reached directly into the mind, a psychic assault designed to baffle and daze.

I began chanting a desperate invocation. “No, no, Sophie... This time, your beast won't join the party!” The witch's laughter echoed through the forest, accompanied by malice and eerie voices. In a swift motion, she positioned herself in front of me and began draining something from my mouth, sucking my magic. Tears streamed down my face. My life was being consumed by that shadowy being. I started invoking the goddess and my Alpha in desperation. It didn't take long for a brilliant light to flood my mind. I felt my eyes ablaze, and I broke free from the magical noose cast by the diabolical witch, pushing her away.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

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