Skyclad Witches Novels & Stories

they won't be able to survive much longer or go any further as long as we are alive. "Glaze" is what we call ourselves. A big clan that will take down all the evil witches all over the place. We have the headquarters, the weapons, and the skilled and trained troops. For witches who perform dark rituals, we're always on the lookout for them. Take up arms to get the world out of the endless black hole.

"My people are the Visionaries. Some may choose to call us The Seers. The Nhermis Coven Clan is gifted with the mystical power to foretell the future. We are the clairvoyant..." I stood up, strutting closer to her. "And the others?" "The Helpers" Rhona stepped forward. "Yes. They are the Reeva Coven Clan." Khalia moved her fingers, chanting some words. Another symbol appeared. I could vividly recognize it from mother's map. "Also Warriors. A Coven of witches clan called the Vernus Clan." Another symbol appeared. "The Healers are fourth order of The Five, they are called the Nightsky Clan. Then finally----"

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

With him were two others: a man who was elegantly dressed and adorned with as much crystal as his head could carry, and another who positioned himself no better than a second-in-command. Then came the Black Witches of Cave Blood, five women who walked straight out of nightmares told to children. They were beautiful, no doubt, but their black robes had never changed, nor had their shoulder-length hairstyles differed from each other. They walked in quietly, their gazes cold and fixed on the altar that was yet to announce itself. After them came Alpha Elandor of Claw Pack and his pristine Luna, Kelly Elandor. Alpha Elandor wore nothing out of the ordinary; he didn’t take time putting on a show.

The creature remembered how it tried to get hold of Ember, but for some reason, it can’t hold or even scratch the Luna. “She was not there physically. It was her soul who suddenly appeared out of nowhere! “ Now the dark creature was sure that Ember was not just a werewolf, she must be a witch. Only witches had the ability to detach one’s soul from its own body and travel. And there’s only one clan of witches who mastered that ability, the Alavarens Clan of witches. The most powerful of all clans. The clan was hunted until extinction because they possess so much power that it became a threat to the other clans.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

“Because the moon goddess has chosen me to work with the great unifier. She is in danger, and as the witch assigned to help her through her battle with Enzo Darkmoore, I have come to seek your help as our hands are tied.” Hazel exhaled shakily after this, then waited for them to pass their judgment. “Very well then, you may turn around to face us!” the women ordered, and Hazel turned at once as Halle had instructed. In front of her stood a raised platform of ten witches, all dressed in white cloaks, sitting on huge thrones looking down at her. She felt very small before their towering figures. “You seek the release of Radolf Clawmark, do you not?” one witch in the circle asked, diverting Haz

My magic, fueled by raw emotion, had amplified the natural forces around me, creating a spectacle of nature's fury. I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. My decision to leave was not just about self-preservation; it was about sparing Alpha from the dangers of knowing the truth about me. As a witch from the Howling Nexus clan, my existence was a secret that could bring harm not only to me but also to those around me. Alpha, in his trust and kindness, had unknowingly placed himself in harm's way by accepting me.

It was noon already. The witches had arrived. The fire had long since burned low, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the Silver Claw stronghold. The scent of sage, rosemary, and something ancient clung to the air like fog. I stood beside Kael and Rowan in the ceremonial hall, every muscle in my body taut. The witches of the Silver Circle had arrived just before dawn, cloaked in garments stitched from twilight and secrets.