Spider-witch Novels & Stories

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.

Some spineless werewolves would submit willingly if the witch offered a tempting offer. They don’t realize those offers are just lip service. No evil witch in history ever delivered what they promised. They are merely pawns, puppets, and tools. Worthless, disposable marionettes. I am a witch, too, but I don’t harm other creatures. Power does not excite me in the slightest. With the kind of magic I have, I can conquer territories and sit on the throne, but what will that make me? What will that give me? I never find happiness in the sufferings of others. I don’t understand either that a descendant of a she-demon who killed tens of thousands of other species is bound to unite all supernatural

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

“Everyone. Something is happening and you are all making it worse.” Lucian looked offended. “I am doing nothing.” “You brought the cup,” Marek said. Lucian gasped. “So now I am responsible for the explosion.” “Yes,” Marek said. Elara clapped once. “Everyone out. Let the witch deal with her lightning spider.” “It is not a spider,” I muttered. “It has many legs,” Lucian said. “It is a spider.” The wolves shuffled out reluctantly while I stayed with the spark. It kept circling the objects faster and faster, as if trying to speed up a process it did not have the strength to complete.

Before The Mistress could say anything, she was attacked by her worst fear ever, a bunch of wild spiders that seemed to come straight for her—crawling around and making a lot of disturbing noise. She was aware that it was illusion but there was no way she wouldn’t believe the feel of their touch, it was in the midst of all these that she saw her family and the leaders of the coven, she wasn’t in the hall at the castle anymore and they were all holding a bunch of harmful objects. At that moment she knew that her life was done, there was no other people she feared more than these people.

His dark exoskeleton clicked as six of his legs hit the floor, two of the shorter legs were couched near his body and his arms were almost as long as his legs. I froze, watching the sharp fangs that clasped in the front of his face horizontally. He could open and close them like pitchers. “Flowers,” I whimpered. Rhos sat close to me, and at that moment, I really wanted Luci here. I knew they would not hurt me, but they gave me the heebie jeebies! “Goddess Uriel?” the spider came closer, and I leaned back into the couch as best I could. “Uh, huh?” I hummed, barely.

She stood from the chair and walked over to the shelf and began to anxiously search the shelf for books related to witches and spells. She kept searching and could find nothing and she broke down in tears. Even if she detested what Ena usually does to her, she hated the fact that she was in this condition because of her. She cursed and her tears glistened eyes with her hands, she walked back sit down and think of what she could do and who she could meet. She had to call Mia her best friend. Mia could be of help at this point. She shuddered at the thought of what would happen to her if it was found out that she cast a spell. Not only did she cast a spell, she did it in the palace and to the

An invasion of the mind was common to wolves, telepathic links were what bound packs together but the Mente Compartida was a much more dangerous ritual. She looked to her father and nodded her head, he nodded back in understanding before turning. She faced the Alpha’s, equal looks of anger and fear in their eyes at the forgotten challenge. She ignored them and turned back to the male who kneeled before her. “I have shown you mercy. More than your father ever gave to my people,” She said to him. He met her eyes and sucked in a breath as their gazes connected. Silver and sapphire blue. Her beast locked tightly away under her skin, pushed to the back of her mind. She walked past him and let her

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.