The Age Of Witches Novels & Stories

Nicolas and Alexander's usher the King into the Command tent. King – I need all the Witches in the meeting with us, I have information about the Witches that are helping Vlad. The main Witch is a cross breed of Harpies and Witches, and she is extremely powerful. She is at least 1000 years old, and she is probably one of Strongest Witches. Nicolas's mind links his Witches to come to the Command tent as the King needed to talk to the Witches and Alexander mind linked the Royal Witches to come as well.

he asked kindly when I finished. “It wasn’t that difficult, a bit tedious.” I smiled uncomfortably. “They do not have a very accessible place.” “No one messes with us, but we still have to be careful. The young and old witches live here. Young people are irrational, so they cannot leave this place until they are twenty-one. Elders are very wise, but not very trustworthy,” he confessed in a low whisper. “They grew up in times of war and it is difficult for them to notice that this is not our reality.”

I explained to him. Byron whistled through the link, and I felt both of their pride with the setup. I worked my ass off to keep her hidden. She would be in her early fifties, but her family aged slower than most witches. In general, witches had extended lifespans. She might be in her fifties but could very well look like she was in her thirties. Dante scooted his seat back and pulled onto his lap. My arms went around his neck. My man was far too sexy for his own good. He was all mine. My yummy Alpha. That was what my grandmother would call him.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

As I mentioned before, Witches' powers begin to develop when we're 18. As soon as midnight hits on our 18th birthday we literally come into them and we have no idea what they'll be. We could develop one or more, and we'll almost certainly develop more the older we get.

However, she doesn’t do anything. All the witches in the Witch council are at least three centuries old. However, none are as old as Evanora. Her exact age is unknown, but the High Witch knows that she is quite old. This is because her mother called Evanora ‘master’ while she was alive, and her mother was over a thousand years old. The witch does not try to prove her seniority, but every member of the council respects her. Her words, few and far in-between, are never disregarded.

As she made her way through the town square she could hear around her. Their eyes pbudn t into her flesh as they barred her skin. She was only relieved when she finally was able to come to a stop at the middle of the opening. She watched as the other girls her age gathered. It was said that in these ceremonies people were set to find their mare. It was normal for witches to find their life partner when they came past the age of eighteen but the last thing that she had on her mind was the thought of having to be with a man for the rest of her existence and going to be at his beck and call.

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

I was 350 years old, but I looked like I was only in my late 30s. Witches like me, especially those who are kind and use their magic for good things like healing, protecting, and loving, tend to live long lives. Our magic kept us youthful and healthy, but it wasn't only about never getting old. It was about being present when we were needed the most.

“Next there will be fairies and goblins living among us!” I don’t respond, Most don’t like to hear the truth of how many other creatures there are out in the world. As far as most were concerned. There were Humans, Wolves, Lycans and a few witches and vampires dotted around. Anything else just seemed impossible. “So are you going to tell me how old you are?” She had to be close to turning eighteen. “I know you are not eighteen otherwise you would have healed a lot faster.” “Seventeen.” She mutters through gritted teeth. Like she was embarrassed by it.