Supernatural Witchcraft Novels & Stories

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai

“It’s just not as powerful as fairy magic. When it comes to dealing with the supernatural, fairy magic reigns supreme.” “What about witches?” I asked. Godwin chuckled. “Witchcraft is drawn from two sources. One is the elemental or nature source, the other is darkness. Fairy magic is a gift from the creator. It is not drawn from a source. You are the source. There is nothing more powerful.” “So, the fact that my mother is also a werewolf and Kenton is a vampire weakens their magic abilities? Is that correct?” I asked.

It butted up against another pack we weren't familiar with. The Supreme Witch can predict the next leader of the werewolves, that is, who is the Alpha of the Pack. Peek into the future is a very mysterious and dangerous ritual. Only the Supreme Witch can do it correctly. Only pure virgins can practice to become the Supreme Witch. My mother said that I would continue this work when I became the next Supreme Witch.

"The threads of fate weave a complex tapestry, Alpha Jake. We must remain vigilant in the face of challenges, for the destiny of all packs is intertwined." Morgana, the esteemed witch leader, sensed the urgency in the air as she approached Elvie, who stood at the center of the room, an unwitting victim of supernatural machinations. The atmosphere hummed with a potent mixture of anticipation and trepidation, and Morgana knew that the spell she was about to cast held the key to restoring Elvie to her true self. With a deliberate motion, Morgana raised her hands, and the room seemed to respond to the latent energy emanating from the practiced witch. The air shimmered as she began the incantatio

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.

She was surprised they were even having this conversation. Witches are curious creatures by nature as knowledge of things, nature, and phenomena, is what helps them control matter. Aura was in a way a science of its own. Witches created nothing but controlled or morphed what was already there and what she had seen that night wasn’t by any extent natural. If his state was natural and physical, she could have subdued him. There was something that was suppressing... No. Something was definitely sucking aura out of her. “Were you, perhaps, present around a possessed person or demonic entity before you were mature enough to shift?” She mumbled, her brain still busy in analyzing his state under di

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.