The Age Of Witches Novels & Stories

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

she said. “What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him. “I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.” He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

But that's not to say she looks old or even has wrinkles because she doesn't. “I'm a witch.” She answers my unasked question. “I am hundreds of years old. I suppose I could pass for thirty-five in human years. Witches age slowly, but unlike shifters, we don't stop ageing altogether. Time merely slows down the process greatly for us. We age five years every one hundred.” She giggles, sounding childlike. “But that would make you...” “Seven hundred years old.” My mouth hangs open in shock. Seven hundred? What the fuck?

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

he asked concerned, he was eager to join them. "You are not yet ready" Hazel knew that those kids weren't ordinary kids and they were actual witches, she couldn't let them figure out who he was when she hadn't taught him to protect himself against them. "When will I be ready" he asked, "When you are fifteen" she said squeezing his cheeks. "Why fifteen?" "Because that is a special age for you my dear" she said. Fifteen was mostly the age that boys earned their wolves while girls were eighteen. Sitting back by the window, a young girl with green eyes waved at him, he was skeptic if she was waving at him,

Isabella screamed, turning my head to see her running our way, her long hair waving behind her nine-year-old body. The other kids on the field were actually the other witches. They were all three years old but still did not know they were witches. Vampir tracked them all down in the human world and brought them back to us because he was sure they would kill him if he kept them from seeing Stephan and Alina grow. Vampir thought it was best to unlock their memories when they were six, at least then, their bodies would be old enough to manage their magic. “ Where are you coming from?” I asked her, giggling with her heaving hard.

She had also explained to them everything that happened from the time when they were frozen in the glacier boxes up until now and what was going on at the moment. The witches were all shocked upon realizing that it had been seven hundred years since they had last been conscious. Most of them became sad, but it was obvious they fully understood what was going on. These young generation of phoenix witches had been born during that long war so they were not that shocked at the news they received from Yael.

I didn't leave my room for a week because of it. The good witch also taught me some magic on how to defend myself. I may not be of witch lineage, but I can certainly learn the woman's words, not mine. And I can tell you that this witch is the epitome of 'Appearances can be deceiving.' She looks 20 years old, but she is 150 years old.

"We Ksialites age as normal beings for the first thirty years of our lives, but after that, we start to age extremely slowly. After I turned thirty, I journeyed outside my village to see the world, much against the wishes of my people. My roaming all throughout both Europe and Asia led me to many adventures, and by the time I returned home, most of the people I knew were dead or had forgotten of me." She smiles sadly, "and so I wandered off again. I watched as the world transformed. I moved from community to community. I lived among all kinds of creatures and participated in all kinds of wars. Within my race, witches would often die from suicide when they felt that they've had enough, but I

Just as much as I love Benita I won't give up, those bastard has to die. Third Person's POINT OF VIEW Inside a huge room filled with witches dressed on black all seated on the floor. Olivia the high witch of the coven stood up slowly, she's a fine woman at her early 30s but by mare looking she looks like 23 due to her smallish nature. "After searching for years we had finally found our weapon to end Dracula and the rest of his vampires," she said. "What is this object my lady," one of the witches ask and Olivia smirk.