The Age Of Witches Novels & Stories

Ten years ago I looked out through the window and watched them prepare for the big day. All streets were decorated, loud music filled the surroundings. I watched happy young ladies and men talking in groups, their faces portraying how happy they are and how they are looking forward to the great occasion. Today, all adult witches are being inaugurated into the witches family. Those who want to serve the Oracle begin that journey today. All those who are from twenty years upwards are going to be recognized as full grown witches in the coven.

, I tell sipping the salty and sweet warm red liquid. AUTHOR’S POV “bring her to my home, no matter what”, the middle aged woman yells at the young lady. “I cant, she wont listen to me, she have made her plans”, the frightened young lady tells shivering in fear. “tomorrow is her eighteenth birthday, she will turn into witch completely and I want her to bond with my son”, the woman snaps growling in anger. “Am sorry, Luna, I will try to bring her to you”, she tells timidly.

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

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I say as I move closer to the edge of my seat, getting ready to attack her if she lies. “Yes, not that she was recruiting. Over the past week, there have been young witches reported missing. We have been trying to find them, but haven’t been able to.” I chuckle darkly to myself. “What do you mean you can’t find them? Do you have the information on each witch that has gone missing?” I ask her as she waves her hand and files appear in her hands. I stand as I take them from her as I open the first file and see a young witch. She is 14-years-old. What the fuck!

“I’ve lived for a long time. A very long time.” I stared at her. “How long?” She smiled. “I’ve stopped counting after 200 years.” My eyes widened. “What?” She nodded. “Yes. Werewolves live long lives. And witches like me… even longer.” My mouth opened slightly. “So how old is Dante?” She laughed. “Older than you think.” “Guess,” she said. “Fifty?” I asked. She laughed harder. “No.” “Eighty?” “No.” “One hundred?”

"I understand both of you. But we can’t jump to conclusions just yet. We need to figure out how we can confirm this, without exposing anyone to unnecessary danger. We need facts, not just theories." I bit my lip, feeling the weight of the situation. It was all connected, I was sure of it, but I didn’t know how to prove it without risking everything. "I get it," I muttered, looking away. "I just... I have this gut feeling that we’re getting closer. And it’s terrifying." “That’s why a witch doesn’t get their powers until their eighteenth birthday.” Harmona explained. “They need to be somewhat emotionally mature, enough to discern right from wrong, to get their powers.”

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t

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