Stories About Witches Novels & Stories

She paired me with the person that his family is the reason that witches are endangered species. Before 130 years wolves and vampires were in war, both of them they used witches to do their biting. Vampires had only four witches that they used dark magic. When these witches died in battle by other witches the vampire abducted a young girl and made her coven to do their biting. The witches that had allied with the Wolves got tired to fight a war that wasn’t theirs and they didn’t want to go against their own.

" said Luna. " Well hoonestly I had no idea werewoves were real until after our date last night. After I saw your eyes and behavior change I knew something was differnt, super natural even. My mother and I are witches. I explained to her what happened and she gave me books to read. They really don't depict you well. Are you really dangerous? The books say you devour humans or animal with no remorse. This isn't what I see when I look at you," Tala blurted out.

"I'd rather be one of the witches in your werewolf story. The one that designs the parts of a werewolf, precisely." I let out a snort-like laugh; apparently she didn't know what she was talking about. I craned my neck a little. "While growing up, we were always warned against calling out on the witches for trivial matters because when you do, you might unconsciously implore them. Don't be surprised when something witchy happens later in the future." "But I am just a human. What could ever happen?" "As I said, be careful on how you regard the witches. Those creatures are not to be exploited."

As she racked her brain thinking of how that was possible but she just couldn’t think of how anyone who would be able to do that. ‘ Well except if that person is a….’ Haven let out a small gasp as realization hit her hard. ‘ What?’ She heard Kira’s worried voice ask ' What is it Haven?’ ‘ Except if that person is a witch’ Haven gulped down in fear. ‘ Kira, this woman is a witch !’ Haven had heard so much about witches when she was younger, well who hasn’t? They were known to be one of the most cunning and disgusting creatures ever to have walked on the earth. Haven had heard how those disgusting creatures chanted and casted spells to get whatever they wanted, how they killed and used innocen

She referred to me as a dark witch. I've never met one and I don't know what witches look like. We've heard stories about them, back in the days, when we would sit under the large mango tree at the orphanage while Mother Lisa told us stories. She explained dark witches as scary creatures that go around killing children, she said they were always weird, ugly, and creepy. I've never killed anyone, I'm not creepy, nor do I think I'm that ugly, so I don't understand why she would refer to me as one.

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."

Still, I’d never heard anything about the lives of witches beyond their power and cruelty. There were so few accounts of Duskarra itself. Mortals who went over the wall—whether willingly, like the Children of the Blessed, or stolen—never returned. I had only old stories, passed down by villagers and my father, though his tales were softened versions told on rare nights when he tried to remember he had daughters.

“They were a mistake.” I listened, transfixed, as she wove the tale of two witches—lovers from rival covens. Their love was forbidden, and their power was feared. When they ran, seeking freedom, they were hunted like animals. And when one was struck down, the other—mad with grief—turned to blood magic, the most dangerous of all forbidden arts.

“It makes me think about Clara.” Jake turned in his seat to look at me. “The witch?” Jake asked “What about her?” Viktor asked. “It makes me question whether the story we all know about the witches is true. If there are any cracks in the story we all believe. Should witches be exiled from all wolf packs or was it fear of their power that drove us against them?” I asked. Viktor sat back and I knew he was struggling with what to say. “What are you trying to say, Kacie?” Viktor asked.

‘Ember, please, tell us what happened and how all of this came about? Ember stands up and begins to tell us the story as loud as she can so as many children, soldiers, and warriors can hear the tale. ‘After many years of peaceful coexistence amongst all our species, the witches accidentally opened a portal to another world inhabited by people called humans. Although we resembled each other, humans lacked magical or shapeshifting abilities. Over time, the witches travelled in secret between realms, but some never returned to Mysteria. Witches had been caught casting spells. Out of fear of becoming cursed, the humans bound and burnt them at the stake.