Skyclad Witches Novels & Stories

Elder Reed held a scroll in his hand, his fingers shaking. “They attacked the Moonclaw Pack,” Thane said grimly. My heart dropped. “Who did?” He looked at me with a mixture of pity and rage. “Ama... and the witches.” The room stilled. Nathaniel cursed under his breath. I stumbled back into one of the chairs. The words didn’t feel real. “How many dead?” I managed to ask. “Too many,” Maria said softly, her voice a blade hidden in silk. “They tore through their defenses like they were paper. Not just wolves—there were... creatures. Hybrids. Witch blood.”

I asked while holding the necklace between my hands. The moment they saw it and noticed that it was broken, I guess they all understood what happened. "You have a chance! How does it even happen?" Good-for-nothing Clair spoke first. As the leader of her clan, she's always the one to speak on their behalf. I know you might wonder how it's even possible for witches, while they, meanwhile, I was crafted by witches. Well, mages created me, not witches. As much as witches are believed to be the ones who know and control magic, they are just like omegas in a werewolf's pack.

“The RaClaws pack too. And I’m sure many other packs want to join the Chosen One.” “I understand the others. The Witches (pointing at Darius) are directly subordinate to the Chosen One. The Wolves (pointing at Carl), the Chosen One created them, so of course they submit to her. But you? Do you love her that much?” Pierre stared at Nick in disbelief. Nick took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, they’re just crazy!” Odys shouted. “Tell me, Scott. What do you want?” Carl asked, ignoring Odys’s vehement protests.

Claudia steps closer to the bed, and Gaia stiffens, watching her approach like a caged animal. “Witches still exist, Claudia,” I say softly. “Not many, but they’re still out there. They have a distinct scent, though most try to mask it, hide it, because to this day, they are still hunted. The greed for power is insatiable. It’s not death they fear now, but being drained—used as nothing more than vessels for their magic.” The air in Gaia’s hospital room thickens with silence, pressing in from all sides. Claudia blinks rapidly as if she is trying to proess what I'm saying.

The maidens, dressed in white, would gather in the sacred clearing, each hoping to be chosen as the Alpha’s bride. As Alpha Vladimir arrived, the Pack members greeted him with respect and reverence. He walked through the crowd, his presence commanding attention. The clearing was decorated with lanterns and flowers, creating a magical ambiance. The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual.

I actually want witches to have the opportunity to be at the Crimson Claw Academy. It houses the finest of the werewolf breed which equals an infinite amount of power sources for us! We get a proper education and we have an infinite pool of power from hormonal teenagers! Beautiful chaos if you ask me. “Anaya, don't you have anything to say?” My name was called and I turned to look at my clan people. “No, I don't have anything to say. Let's just focus on surviving today,” I said to them, which shut them up pretty fast.

Six figures I recognized instantly, standing like royalty forged in rot. Alpha Marik. Luna Danika. Kade, slinking behind them like a leashed predator. And the rest of the Council of Claw and Chain. They brought an army. A thousand wolves. Witches. Wizards. A whole damn sorcerer circus. And they couldn't get in.

“There’s one more place.” Grace looks over. “Delaney… no.” Mom lifts her brows. “Yes.” Grace shakes her head. “Clara? Are you sure? Because of who her mate is?” Mom sighs. “Aaron doesn’t trust witches. Not after what happened.” I blink. “Who’s Clara? And her mate?” Mom turns toward me. “Clara is the Luna of the SilverClaw Pack in coastal Massachusetts. Her mate is Aaron. the Alpha.” Grace adds, “And Aaron has… history with witches.”

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

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."