The Age Of Witches Novels & Stories

“Witches Myan, I heard that there is a new adventurer with a new Witches bloodline enrolled in the Sirum City branch adventurer guild.” Witches Madea spoke with the Witches head of the Sirum City branch. Witches Myan is the head of the Witches Coven branch in Sirum City. This old lady is one of the High-level Witches in the Witches community who is respected in SULIME REALM. This old lady was over 300 years old where high-level Witches as well as werebeasts with high-level powers had a lifespan of up to 500 years. In SULIME REALM, the possessor of high-level power lived up to 500 years at most.

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’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?”

"Wait." She paused, then turned, her brown hair briefly flitting in the wind. "Anything wrong?" she asked. "How old are you?" "What?" "I asked how old you are." She secured her flitting hair behind her ear, squinting. "Well, I've lived in this godforsaken world for five centuries, why?" My tone grew quiet. "I heard word going around the castle that two centuries ago..." I licked my lips, dread starting to claw at me. "Two centuries witches burnt Gornagon to the ground and killed the then lycan queen, is this... Is this true?"

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.

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,

"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.”