Skyclad Witches Novels & Stories

"I'm what people call the watered down version of the Kriona. A clair witch. The least powerful of the lot. Clair witches have premonitions from time to time and we don't touch to see, like the Krionas do." "That doesn't sound like a weakness." Caleb responded and it was Tamara that answered, a smirk directed at Caleb on her face. "It isn't. The clair witches like to act like they can't say a few spells too or make potions like the rest." "But we're nowhere as powerful as the traditional white witches. Every good witch is a white witch but there are some with some unique personalities. Some can create portals and jump short distances with them, some are experts at locator spells, the tracker

CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: MY NAME IS Clara Peterson and what you are about to read is the story of my life. However before we delve into the story proper, let me introduce you to my squad. We are more like a family. You dare one of us and you are taking on all of us. There is Ray Glazebrook, my boyfriend or anyways, soon to be boyfriend. He is a werewolf. Infact, he is the Alpha of a werewolf pack called the Kraits. He is immortal and very powerful. Then we have my best friend, Janet Johnson or as I like to call her JJ. She is a witch with the powers to control and manipulate storms. This means she can control lightning. We then have Ethan Vanderbilt, the only hybrid amidst us. He is both

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.

Klara cleared her throat, his questions pulling her back into the harsh reality that lay bare before them, her voice heavy with the weight of the doom that would fall them all by the time Visha is marked by the Alpha. "We have to employ the help of the Blood Witches." She said, causing the exact reaction she had expected to appear on everyone's faces. The Blood Witches were dangerous. They were neither White nor Dark Witches. They were neutral but far more dangerous than the White and Dark Witches. Their rituals always require blood sacrifices. They serve anyone and no one. They do both the good and the dirty rituals as long as the one employing their services can pay the price. "What?" Aldr

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

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

She ran into me and I realized it was a witch. A very beautiful witch, his crystal blue eyes were huge with fear, yet I realized she was blind and unaware of her powers. She was truly scared as she held on to my shirt. "Please sir, the wolves are after me... please help me." she pleaded. Her hood fell off, revealing almost white hair glowing in the moonlight. The blind witches, I realized. They were a very rare and almost extinct breed of witches. A very powerful breed of witches, she was wearing the Burgundy hood cape, a symbol of their clan.

My father is the Alpha of the Blue moon pack and my mother is a Dokar witch, though she had since been excommunicated from her coven, the cause, her mating with a wolf. My nana is a wolf, she is my grandmother, my grandfather died during the twilight wars. The twilight wars were the greatest war ever, it was a great war between all the night creatures, a peace treaty was never signed and when no one came out victorious from the war, it just stopped, but it didn't stop other people from trying to restart the war, so an agreement was reached and mating between different creatures was banned. But it so happened that the moon goddess had other plans and many witches were mated to wolves, most of

She nearly killed half of a witch clan alone. The witch's clan of the south is no joke. They are powerful Nahuatls; we are already on thin ice with them. If they found out that it was Elora who killed those nasty shifting witches, we are done for. A war I've kept from happening for the last two hundred years can suddenly erupt.

“I didn’t suspect that you would, but Connor and Sophie Dunne were the alpha and luna of our pack. That makes you the alpha heir. After it was learned that your parents died while on vacation while here in the states a very powerful band of rogues attacked while we were in mourning for your parents and you. Cillian and his crew slaughtered every high ranking wolf. The Skatom Mochain Pack has been forced to seek asylum with other local packs to avoid becoming rouges themselves. When the Crone was able to do a successful locator spell after you turned 16, you became the hope that our pack needs.” I listened as Clive and Phineas continued to tell me of my past and nodded my head as I took thing