Siphoner Witches Novels & Stories

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

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

Artemis nodded his head understanding this example. “Pack wolves are the one who lives in a pack, and rouge is the one who vanished from the pack or, for other reason, they don’t stay in the pack. In the same way, witches are also of two types, one who is born with magic while the others are those who don’t have any power of their own. And I’m one of them.” “Those witches are called Siphoners. Witches like me don’t stay in coven because we are rejected from our coven because of this fact.”

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

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."

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

' He asked me, and when we both lifted our heads in the sky, we saw the two dragons staring at each other, communicating. "I guess my message to Shiva has been conveyed to others. These morons are doomed!" I told Victoria, and we both prepared ourselves. "Can you still do it?" Victoria asked, worried. I just nodded. "Great! Let's begin then!" She told me, and we both shut our eyes and summoned the witches present. According to Shiva, five powerful witches came to our rescue, including Witch Anya. When we felt the spark through our veins, our energy lifted and reached its maximum.

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as

Women were prohibited in Sehran at this hour but as the lady in his carriage demanded to meet master Xavier at any cost, the carriage man could not let her down at that. He was blinded by his greed too. "That's an early statement but I can still ensure your well-being!" Princess Rosemary who had her one leg upon the another while sitting charming inside the carriage spoke, she looked at the scenery of the church sliding the curtains a little as the man tensed up after hearing her voice again. The fact that every time she spoke, the carriage man always got weird chills down his spine... she always sounded so mysterious and rare. Maybe the carriage man was just too scared because she introduce