Skyclad Witches Novels & Stories

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

It was a picture of two young girls, so I can say that the other girl was Tia. "She's my sister, and the book you read is full of wrong information," Tia said and looked at us. After looking at us, she sighed. "Witches and Warlocks are not like werewolves who are part of a pack. We live individually and with families, but most of us live alone. Until my father united all the witches, we lived as if we were a pack. My father searched for our kind and welcomed them into our family until we grew and became a clan. The moon goddess accepted the clan and gave my father the authority to lead our kind" Tia stopped her telling her story to sip on the tea.

Mary waved a hand and turned to enter the house. The five remaining warlocks of the Wyatt clan knew that with their ridiculously limited number, they didn’t stand a chance against the Stanwood Pack and their Ojah freak. Their strategy, therefore, had been to recruit rogues and witches to help them fight. Rogues were werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly.

She was an ancient, belonging to the one first generation of witches ; the snake witches. They were the cruelest of them all. From the shadows, Babita stepped forward, her thin and scaly hands rested on Drusilla’s shoulders to keep her in check. The old black cloak she was wearing covered the whole of her face. “ Leave the foolsss. They know nothing better than to argue” Her slithering tongue rolled out as her covered face skimmed the now quiet witches. The rest who were assigned with the potions left what they were doing and quickly gathered round seeing their leader had emerged.

Beth thrashed, clawing at the iron grip around her scalp, but it was useless. My stomach lurched as the witch’s jaw unhinged unnaturally wide, her rotten teeth bared, aiming for Beth’s neck. "Wait, wait! Please wait!" I cried, desperation clawing at my throat. "Don’t do this—take me instead! Please, take me!" Tears blurred my vision as I stared into the witch’s dead, soulless eyes. My hands trembled at my sides. I would do anything, anything, to keep Beth alive. The witch tilted her head, watching me like a cat toying with its prey. A slow, sinister smile curled across her lips. She swayed slightly, back and forth, as if savoring the moment. A sick game.

The next morning, the sun beamed exuding its glories through the thick blue clouds, the birds were already about their morning rituals, chirping and flapping their wings from tree to tree. There was a cool breeze that was blowing all over. There was a sweet moisture that filled the air. That was the kind of weather that sent the werewolves into a moment of joy, it was going to be a good day. It made them remember the moon goddess had their interests at heart. They felt it but never was able to fathom what exactly was going to happen. The only people who were privileged to such knowledge were the Witches usually referred to as the Nights. They were augurs and sibyls meaning they could foresee

I commanded. "Understood, Alpha. They shall be prepared as per your instructions." My elation knew no bounds. I had spent years searching for these witches, renowned for their formidable powers. Their expertise in crafting and casting unimaginable spells was unparalleled. I eagerly anticipated laying my eyes upon them. ~ The following day, as I had informed my beta, we set out towards the witches' coven. Upon arrival, I removed my cloak and handed it to one of my men. I had learned that the witches held a rule that outsiders should not wear cloaks, as it identified them as part of their kind. With this in mind, I ventured into the cave.

The girl grinned and added, "First off, my name is Freda, and I'm a royal blood soldier. As for the thing I wanted you to see back then, it was just something I remembered; they were vampire hybrids. The beast we must eliminate For all of those creatures, we must hunt them all. They had been hiding for too long, but now that their leader was wook up, they would be wandering around waiting for the damn woman to give them the power of eternity to live in this world you have to stop them before they end this world in their hands. " "I don't understand. They seemed dangerous. And the power of eternity? How?" "They were hazardous, yes. They were wolves, vampires, and witches' adversaries. However

The witches, adorned in flowing robes and wielding ancient spells, possessed an otherworldly power that proved to be both formidable and lethal. Bella led a group of wolf pack members to fight back, trying to drive the witches out. The members of the wolf clan showcase an awe-inspiring display of unity and courage, standing as a testament to their unbreakable bond. Their presence seems to falter when confronted with the sheer might and enchantment of potent magic, leaving them exposed and vulnerable in its formidable presence. Keira relentlessly pulverized the delicate herbs, fully aware that this fleeting opportunity held the key to her success. Her heart raced like a wild stallion, thunder

she said. "Alright, that's sensible." Cassandra gave a one-shoulder shrug. "By moonlight. Skyclad." "Skyclad?" echoed Cassandra then sent a glance up at Owlyn for an explanation. "It means you're going to do it naked," the owl answered. "Naked!" Cassandra cried. "And there may be special incantations to be said, and you have to come along." "Oh great," she muttered. The last thing she wanted to do was to walk around an old greenhouse with a naked sorceress.