Stories About Witches Novels & Stories

Weren’t witches. Most of the time, the only crimes committed were that women had spoken against the men in Melas Isle’s or that they could read and write. Nothing about them screamed guilty of witchcraft. A fact that had always angered Ivy. Witches weren't real, just like so many other superstitions-and super-natural beings were just made-up stories for people's entertainment or a warning for children. "Next you'll be telling me that all beings of the superstitious stories told to scare child to behave and get to them to come home are real.”

I replied and she sighed but nodded. They pack looked confused but refocused on me. "While we talked last night, the ladies explained that in the past witches were hunted and captured by werewolves and vampires. They would be forced to perform magic. They were abused, raped and murdered by out kind until they were forced to hide what little survived." I explained. The room of werewolves gasped together and looked at the women with concern. Dad jumped up and stood in front of Rose. He leaned down to look in her eyes.

It's been decades after that event and no witch has been seen around, ever, but their extraordinary abilities were an interesting tale wolves still talked about. Zayn was told the story by his mother, Rita when he was ten, and he got to read about the events by himself in ancient scrolls that were kept safe in the palace. The stories about witches sounded fake to the hearing but the elders convince the little ones they truly existed and their abilities were not made-up illustrations. He took a deep breath and put his hand over his head, still staring at the wall, and finally asked, "The lady witch controls the intruder pack?" Shane did not respond and shut his

Many people know them as Gypsies, their ancestors traveled around selling their wares and stories for centuries while gathering materials for their spells until colonization brought them to the Americas. From there, they soon found a new niche in life, becoming apothecaries and creating remedies until dark witches soon came into light, their disdain for the fact that humans controlled the world and causing the Salem Witch hunt. Many people lost their lives during this time, not just Witches but also Humans, Vampires, Wolves, and Fae as well.

He says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Yes, I can hear you, go on.” “Okay, so she was the missing piece that turned the war around. She single handedly led the werewolves and fairest into war, conquering the dragons and casting them out.” “What happened to the fairies and witches that didn't join the dragons?” “Fairies hid their existence since then some witches did too, a few can be found in some packs though.” “Wow, you're not such a bad storyteller,” I tease with a smile.

I could only stare at her, my brow furrowed as I considered whether or not to believe her incredible story. I could hardly believe the story she had just told me. As far as I knew, witches and vampires were little more than historical myths, long extinct or exiled. “You're joking, right? Witches don't exist, at least not for decades.” I replied to Elena, forcing a hollow laugh. Maybe she was bored, or maybe she just wanted to believe a fantastical story to escape the harsh reality we faced. “It's ironic that you should say that. Werewolves exist, so what makes you think witches don't?” Elena asked me.

"Didn't you read a lot of fairy tales in your childhood? Witches are portrayed to be ugly and evil beings so why don't you just believe that?" The existence of witches piqued her interest as they could do spells and magic, but in those journals and books, their appearance was described to be deceiving. That they could charm people and make them see how perfect they were when in truth they were hideous to look at. There was even this journal of a man from two decades ago where he wrote that he married a witch without knowing what she was until the witch forgot that the potion she used to him was wearing off and he saw her as the real her. He tried to leave but the witch didn't let him ago. He

“We’ve known each other barely two months! And in that split second, it became clear—I didn’t truly know you at all because of who you really are. I probably could go back and have every single conversation with you again, and barely any of it would match up with the truth. Like, what really brings meaning to your life?” “It’s still the people around me, I just used different words to explain them,” I said, sulking. “See?!” She threw her hands up. “All my life, magical creatures were just stories—witches and healers, sure—but not werewolves! Not humans turning into animals at will! That’s not part of my world!” “You know about witches and healers?” I asked, surprised. She hesitated. “Yeah, I

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face