Siphoner Witches Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

She is the only one who can order the beast to go back if the human side refuse to surface, she could order her mates own too. Now the alpha is sitting with his dead mate holding her hands close to his chest he held her cheeks which have told cold. Annex left him alone to spend time with his mate while he went away to meet Belinda the witch sisters to go see how they are doing and to know what has been happening here in the pack. The witch sisters are not as powerful as Saphira as she is a third generation white witch while they are sixth generation. Apart from the black witches kidnapping wolves and vampires, there is nothing else out of the normal which has happened in this pack and the su

Willow, Siren and Chapelle were the sea witches, they can control all the matters regarding sea and ice. Each of the siblings was plunged by some sort of powerful magic. Reaching the place where Willow captured Griffin was empty. She mentally slapped her face, knowing the fact that the witch had run away. "That bitch…" she murmured in a harsh tone. Searching for the witch around the castle of Lord Nathan, she came out in the field, staring at the blood moon eclipse. Gazing around her eyes got laid on the Dire valley and the castle of it had some unique kind of purple smoke releasing from it.

I'd done the very same thing many times on the street, but he seemed to master it. "It's a witches' bottle. Goat's blood. It's used by the whole coven from which it derives its powers. That's how they cursed your wife... You heard the spell yourself, didn't you?" "Yes," I conceded. I felt reprimanded, the mention of my wife sobering me. "It sounded... Semitic? I'm not even sure if that's the word, but that's what came to me," I said.

She disappeared, as if she had never existed at all. The other witches who worked with her to bring me here emerged from the tunnel entrances, drawn by their sister's scream. But the shadows were already moving, flowing like liquid darkness across the chamber floor. Where they touched the witches, their flesh vanished. No blood, no violence, just quietly dissolved, as if it had the power to consume anything it touched, or maybe it did. It was over in seconds. The seven witches were now reduced to nothing more than fading echoes and the lingering scent of fire.

Third Person POV. Chaos brewed across the shore. Blood, howls and screams penetrated the air. The witches battled with Sinai. A woman they had all feared since she upset the balance of nature and sought for the book of Amelek. They all knew defeating Sinai would not be easy but they were willing to make that sacrifice. As Sinai struggled to release her powers against the witches, Aphrodite and the rest of the coven chanted more. Their voices high-pitched. "I WILL KILL YOU ALL. YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME!!!" She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire.

“But it’s not over yet. Not entirely.” Sofia nodded, her eyes moving over the battlefield as though she could see the future unfolding in the destruction left behind. “The witches will come for us next. They’ve been pulling strings from the shadows for far too long.” Alaric felt the familiar surge of anger rise within him. He had known the witches were powerful allies for Thorne, but their true motives were more dangerous than he could have ever anticipated. They had manipulated events from behind the scenes, their magic a constant threat. And now that Thorne was gone, it was only a matter of time before they turned their attention to him—and Sofia.

I smiled sarcastically, preparing myself for a fight. The one that earlier spoke, sneered angrily, about to step forward but she was grabbed by the other twin who didn't say anything. Thankfully my eyes zeroed in on the light contact of their hands, a small smile penetrated through. I could sense the magic surging through each of them, fusing as one. Impeccable. They were siphoners. Well that's usually rare and common in twin witches.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.