Skyclad Witches Novels & Stories

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

And having a maddened Alpha was the possible crisis to the Clan that was unfortunate to being pointed as the culprit! At this point, Raj was at the location of the cold corpses of history that was preserve as reminder of the tens of thousands years mistake of the Witches. Their body was like waiting for something, or was their soul that was lose on the process? No one could tell the mystery behind the Witches, yet the enmity was just a cover for this devil to show up!

"Your mother, Saskia, was my sister. Even though we were from different fathers, we shared the same mother. I was born before her, but she seemed to be the one who naturally inherited our mother's talents, constantly growing powerful to the point that the elder witches saw her as a candidate for priestess at the age of twelve. In our clan, the mother witch is called ‘priestess’." I nodded, aware that I had already been absorbed into the story. "Your mother, Saskia, grew up strong, but her talent came with a downside to it. She was stubborn. Full of confidence in her powers, she didn't let the walls of our coven restrict her. She went far and beyond, meeting people from different species. But

She looked shabby and skinnier than the last time Mira quickly dragged Clara to the corner." Clara you have to leave this place as fast as you can" she hurried to say. Clara frowned, "what! Why?" Clara looked at the girl strangely. "The witches, they are after you, the Alpha has already been cursed and he is trying to kill himself. All you have to do is leav__" "Wait, what?. What happened to Skyler?" Out of everything the witch said, the only thing that rang a bell was about her mate dying.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

Clayton sighed. ‘Am I dreaming?’ He thought and tried to gather his awareness about his surroundings. The last time as he tried to recall, he was inside the room with the three of witches, Austin Duville, Caroline Duville and Claudia, The Wehr were standing in making a circle. They were spelling some mantra and from their each hand, Clayton saw leaking smokes that were entangled one to each other before uniting to make a bigger haze that was blown away to escape from the room. The haze was flying into the air, getting higher and higher before it disappeared in the night sky.

Killian flipped it open, his eyes scanning the ancient symbols and grainy photographs of blurred, sapphire-furred beasts. “I had a word with the Witch Queen,” Ethan continued, his voice low. “She provided the context we were missing. Years ago, the main Witch Clan exiled a group of notorious practitioners—dark mages who wanted to replace peace with absolute chaos. They’ve formed their own clan. No one knows their exact coordinates, but the Queen has offered to help us track them down.” Killian’s frown deepened, a low growl vibrating in his chest. He knew the history of the witches all too well; they were a race that dealt in cosmic ledgers. They didn't offer the services of their coven out o

she asked, she was seated at the table while eating a cake. "You're sleeping with the werewolves," Klyde muttered then Freeda froze for a second. "Huh?! I'm sleeping with werewolves?" she laughed sarcastically then Klyde give her a mean look. "You're a fool! Don't you get it? The werewolves are the Skyler brothers!" he said as he walked near her. Freeda grinned, she don't believe anything he says. "Klyde, you're telling me that you're the vampire, then now you're telling me that the Skylers are werewolves? I might be startled when you accused me that I'm a witch?!" she laughed out loud and Klyde lose his patience. "Yes, you're a witch!" he dictated then Freeda burst out laughing.

"I know this scent." Three women stepped out of the shadows. They were dressed in long, tattered robes made of owl feathers and dried moss. Their skin was as white as bone, and their eyes were completely black—no whites, no pupils, just endless voids. These were the Moon-Witches, the ancient guardians of the Crescent Moon’s secrets who had disappeared centuries ago. "The World-Alpha has a heavy heart," the middle witch said. Her voice sounded like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "You have the blood, child, but you do not have the Eclipse."

"Take me to my King then" And suddenly, two more witches appeared, ones she recognized as Glady and Helevna, three original witches and an even more powerful one, Skylar nodded her head, impressed. "Don't forget me" And beside them, a corpse appeared, her skin was the palest, pupils were the whitest, Skylar scoffed. "Nice to see you again, Dya" The dead body smirked. "Likewise my Queen" Now it was four original witches and another powerful one, Skylar watched as they came together, in a straight line, all facing the cell.