Story About Witches Novels & Stories

“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.

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

he asked and Sammy looked as confused as I felt. "Get in and I'll tell you." he said and we did as he asked. His friend, Locke sat next to us. There was a driver and another warrior in the front seat with us in the back. Another two vans followed with more warriors. "Way back when, witches were everywhere. Everyone loved them. They weren't like the evil witches in fairy tales. They were usually kind and helpful. The belief system most of them follow ensures that. They must do good. Any bad they do will come back to them times three with the only exception if it's done to defend themselves or save innocents." he began and we nodded.

At the end, he chose his pack. "Manage to lure them here without alerting them," He mindlinked back while staring at the fierce battle between werewolves and witches. It wasn't a fairytale that was being told when the story of how the witches hated werewolves. Indeed, it was a true story long before emnity occurred between them.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

She questioned. "Have you heard of what is called the wolf hunters?" He questioned as she furrowed hed brows. The expression on her face told him she knew nothing about those creatures. He sighed and began prowling slowly in the spacious hall. "I told you I have limited information about this. The witches and the wolf hunters know more" he sighed. "But what I know is that the witches tried to revolt, due to their grievances, so the wolves had them banished" he finished but she was still not satisfied.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

"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

Through them, I discovered a whole new world filled with werewolves, dragons, and witches. The young wolves eagerly shared their knowledge with me, revealing that there were different types of witches - white, black, and red. White witches were allies of the wolf clan, while black witches were responsible for the death of my parents fifteen years ago. It was a painful reminder of the darkness that lurked within the supernatural realm. “Are you afraid of us?” one of the wolf children had asked her curiously, as they sat around a fire in the woods. I had shaken my head, smiling warmly at them. “No,” she had said. “Why would I be?”