Supernatural Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Those are my last thoughts as the main propeller breaks free and the cabin of the copter shoots forward, sailing directionless through the air towards a wall of stone. And we drop. And drop. There are two main power avenues for witches--nature based and energy based. A rare wolf, like my great-grandmother, is born with both abilities. I’m a potion brewer, a nature witch, not a spell caster. My twin, Hawthorne, has the opposite gifts--he couldn't keep a plant alive to save himself, but he can create a ball of lightning between his fingertips faster than others can think. And there's never been a spell or enchantment he couldn't learn.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

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She crossed to the window and looked out at the grounds below. "You are a Nyxara witch with an unsanctioned bond to an Alpha werewolf. Which is considerably more dangerous." "Unsanctioned," I repeated. "That's what we're calling it." "That is what it is, Isabella. A bond formed outside the bloodline, outside coven law, outside everything our family has built for six generations." She turned. Her eyes were steady. Careful. The eyes of a woman who loved me and had already decided that love required this.

“Well, to put it simply: politics. Werewolves are cagey and tend to be pretty rude. No one likes them, as a rule. And the Hecate Coven has a terrible track record with werewolves. They designed the spells that make supernatural suppressors.” “What does that mean?” “They can keep a werewolf from transforming,” she said. “Cast by a powerful enough witch, they can completely rob them of their supernatural powers for days or even weeks. The Hecate Coven designed the first spell back during the supernatural wars. Since then, they’ve adapted it into making holding facilities for supernatural criminals.” I nodded. “Are the Hecate Coven really important?”

“That’s why dark witches use conduits. Things that carry power. Light witches use Stones, roots, herbs… but dark witches, they use blood. Organs. Souls.” I feel sick. “The Pack Frenzy Hex wasn’t the work of a few witches. It took a hundred grand witches to cast that spell. A hundred. Each one either died in the process, or—if they survived—were stripped of their magic entirely. And they didn’t stop there. They fed it with lives. Countless ones. I don’t know how many. And even I—Primarch or not—couldn’t reverse it in time. Not then. Not alone. Not with what I had.”

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.

The monstrous being possessed a primal aura that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the night, casting a chilling shadow over the gathering. Gasps and cries filled the air as fear mingled with awe. The witches, undeterred by the monstrosity before them, began to channel their magic with unwavering focus. They moved in unison, their hands weaving intricate patterns as they invoked ancient spells of protection and banishment. Their voices grew louder, the power of their chants resonating with the forces of the supernatural realm. "Obscurum dispergo! Mala absumo! Aeternum exstinguo!" they cried out, their words piercing through the night.

Her presence, intertwined with the magic of the forest, resonates with a profound power. The Supreme witch was deliberating the whole thing. “I shall look into the threads of destiny and see what can be revealed.” The Supreme witch raises her hands, fingers adorned with intricate rings, and begins to chant and incantation that reverberated through the grove. The very air seemed to shimmer with anticipation.

"So you're saying you're not human," Sarah asks the guys standing in front of her. No, we're not", they chorus. "_and you're not even just not humans, you're werewolves", she goes on. "What am I again?" "A witch", Jason says "The Witch Supreme", Lucas says at the same time. "So, my abilities are not because I'm cursed but because I'm a witch?" "You got that right", Jason says with a nod. "What did I miss?"