The Age Of Witches Novels & Stories

“So you don't get to see the rain and snow quite often?” I nodded. “So don't you guys like age?” “Depends on how long you lived and your ancestor's genes. For example, if you've lived a hundred thousand years and your ancestors had wrinkly faces you might start aging but that is extremely rare as there are a lot of potions that can make a witch look fresh again.” Kelly sighed, “So you guys don't age?” “We do age on special circumstances-” “-How old are you?” “Ten thousand and one years old.”

I walked in to find Beta Winston sitting there reading and all the books on the table were about witches. I sat down and took one about their aging and cultivation of their craft during each cycle of their lives. It was interesting to find that their craft begins at the age of two and continues to manifest itself throughout their entire lives, the older the witch the more knowledge and expertly they wield their craft. Their aging process is like a human’s until they reach the age of 12, then it slows considerably, making them look extremely young for decades. I did find a few things that can render a witch helpless, the valerian puts them to sleep, but there is also something about the da

Much like the werewolves met their wolf counterpart when they came of age and became ready to find their mate, the witches normally found their magic and were blessed with their beloved anywhere between eighteen to twenty-two years of age. Being lost to their coven, many never experienced coming of age in its full glory of being imbued with The Essence; the sudden surge of unimaginable energy filling you to the brim and making you feel like your every pore is on fire or struck by lightening…it had been said that it was both painful and exhilarating in the same time, making the experience unforgettable.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

"Because of fear, we were nervous and walked backwards while the Hunters surrounded us with terrible gazes. We had no choice but to run and they started shooting at us while shouting at us witches. If we hadn't covered ourselves with protective spells, we would have died." I was stunned by Kathleen's explanation. The Hunters used to be quite violent and I think it's natural for a child like them to be afraid. "Forgive the Hunters who have misunderstood you. Now we are more careful when capturing witches. so we won't kill innocent people." I patted Kathleen's shoulder and smiled at her. "You said you were twelve years old when it happened. So, how old are you now?" I asked because most witche

My powers manifested themselves shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was a source of joy and celebration for my family. I, Ella Thompson, come from a family of old and powerful witches who are strong but forbidden from practising witchcraft in the city. For the past month, the city has been overrun by dangerous musical creatures who have cast a spell over every corner of the city, including the streets. People fear even stepping out of their houses; it's either they end up dead or lost in the forest. My parents never fail to tell me stories that happened in town, and as a child, I was made to believe that they were monsters in the shower when I happened to be one of them, the monster

She felt the comforting warmth of his body. ‘Too bad,’ she sighed. But she also knew so well, that a witch was not allowed to have sex before the age of 21, because it could then slow down the development of the growing magic.

CHAPTER 2 SURPRISES IN STORE Previously on Witches: The Rising “It’s a brand new day, Clara. Don’t you think? And besides today is…” The woman was saying but Clara cut her off, “I know what today is, Ma. You don’t have to remind of my eighteenth birthday. You have been planning for it since I was ten.” Clara’s mother faked a pained gasp as she replied, “Not ten. Maybe something like since you were fourteen years old. Now get up from bed. You are going to be late for school and I do not pay your tuition so that you can be late for school.” Clara glanced at her mother and changed her eyes to be big to appeal to her mother, “Do I have to go to school today. Can’t I just stay home with you and d

I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy. I've done my research about red hair but the only clue I have is that I was born as a witch. A red witch, a powerful being in the world. In the books, it had informed me that witches had become extinct for hundreds of years and that a red witch is just a myth. There are still unanswered questions and it's giving me a headache. I should find clues inside the estate since it has a large library. I'm sure I can find other answers in there.

I pulled my hands away from his and shook my head, not wanting to believe what he was saying. “No,” I said, still shaking my head. “I don’t have magic. I would know if I had magic.” “Not necessarily,” Joseph said; he was still searching my face with his eyes, and I was feeling claustrophobic. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I had to take deep breaths to steady myself. “Witches don’t get their full powers until they are 25. However, they can start practicing magic when they are 21.” I was 23. I don’t feel as if I had magic inside of me. What he was saying wasn’t making any sense, so I kept shaking my head.