Skyclad Witches Novels & Stories

I tried to go upstairs but Nicholas's words stopped me. “You can't see her yet. She is being attended to by Seraphina,” Seraphina is here? Seraphina is a witch from the white witches’ clan. The white witches’ were the most powerful witches in the supernatural realm presently. In the past, it was the Gemini witches' who were the most powerful until their clan was wiped out making them extinct.

The treetops swayed in the wind, crashing and bumping against each other. I lifted my face, staring at the canopy that only allowed afternoon scattered sun rays to filter through. The minimal mellow sun rays penetrated through the different shades of green leaves, lighting up the ground with polka dots. Most pack members didn't like me obviously because I was not of their kind. I was the only witch amongst them, and it had remained so since my parents passed away. What the pack didn't know was that I could tell each one of them what their hearts harboured. Their characters were made visible and clear only to me by small clouds that hovered over each and every one heads.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

“I did not. I took her virtue to strip her of her power. Once a witch loses her virginity, she loses her powers as well.” Ian scowled. “I do not believe that. I assure you, when I took Claire to the marriage bed, I did not lose my powers.” “It is likely different for women. Besides, you are not a Seer. You can do a fog trick.” He made himself sound deliberately dismissive. Ian’s shoulder straightened. “That fog trick has saved us more than once, allowing us to obscure our presence to attack or slip away, and the feeling it invokes in the people it surrounds strikes terror and leaves them feeling weak.”

"You know, Ms. Spitz, I wonder what you know about soldiers or the war which is going on outside of our current borders." I swallowed. "I know that in school that I was taught the snipers and the soldiers on the front lines are usually alphas." "Right you are. Solely alphas. This gives us a single species in which we are seeking to find some way to augment the aggression. My current objective is to find the DNA difference between the three that exist in a heirarchy in our society: alpha, beta, and the elusive omega. We want to use the hypothesis of finding this biological adaptation which differentiated the alpha men from the best of the betas in terms of their physique and their mating

Gideon needed to be patient and explain everything slowly, in a way Clara could understand. “Cla, the truth is, you are not an ordinary human like the Morgans. You are Clavira Lodur Hallow. You carry the blood of the Hallow family of witches and the werewolf blood of the Lodur pack. You are special, a blend of two powerful supernatural lineages.” Gideon paused again, looking at Clara and watching her reaction. Confusion was clear on her face. “When you were born, on a night of a full moon, the moon was enormous. We realized it was the thousandth-year night for the Moon Goddess to entrust her essence. And you were the chosen one.”

He quickly settles it back to the base of my back and ushers me on until we come to where most of the people are "The Midnight Sky Coven," Kaeden says, gesturing to the women in long, flowing robes who bow their heads as we pass. The witches. I instantly recognise some of the ones I’ve met. Myra, who looks at Kaeden with that soft expression that she always has for him, then at me, and her eyes go down to Kaeden’s hand at my back. She gives a tight smile and walks away. Then Maereth, Dolores, Elise, the sweet young girl that brought me my change of clothes and breakfast.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

If I am to understand dragon face, I can tell he is trying to smile or he is already smiling. "Yeah, I guess so." I agreed, staring at his skin with so much wonder, the scale... and how they fold is such an amazement to me. "So... the others before me, knew they were witches and wizard already. They knew about magic?" I ask, playing what he had said earlier in my head. *the ones before you did faint even though, they already knew about magic* "Yes. You are the only descendants of Arkalis that doesn't know about magic. Although we did meet descendants that doesn't have an ounce of magic, but they knew magic was real." Mrs Hardy explained.