The Hidden Witch Novels & Stories

Could live among wolves for years without detection. “To reveal a hidden witch, you must know that glamours are not simple tricks. They are real changes held together by strong, constant magic. A witch using this disguise will show signs if you know what to watch for: a slight glow in bright light, a quick flicker when surprised, or trouble keeping the disguise while deeply asleep or badly hurt. Most of all, their reflection may move a little late, as the magic struggles to keep up with sudden movements.” I thought about every face in the pack house. Every servant, every guard, every person I had smiled at just hours ago. Which one showed these signs? Which one was Stephanie Morgan hiding be

“There was a huge power surge from your building, Remington. What is it that you are hiding?” “We’re not hiding anything,” his father said, “you’ve all known for some time now that my sons’ mate was being hidden from us. As it turns out, she is a young witch. Her parents were killed by a shapeshifter from the Night Coven. Until recently, she thought it had been a werewolf but she discovered the truth after my son found her. She was stolen away by the Night Coven because they don’t think that she should be with a werewolf.”

she explained I growled at her, "So why did you kidnap me? What do you want from me? The Alpha will kill you when he finds out and he will find out" "I am sorry about this but it had to be done for your own good.I am a witch as well from the Hidden Coven,remember the coven that you are forgetting so easily because you suddenly have all this. Your life is in danger here Priscilla, we have been following you for months now. Protecting the HIDDEN witch,when you came out for your little exploring we followed you as well. There were men doing the same thing but without good intentions at all,we knew you wouldn't come with us willingly or listen to us so we had to d

some moron got dragged out of his room in cuffs and to my surprise no one said a word, We just… watched in Silent. It hit me then. This place wasn’t just about brute strength. It was about power, Connections and also Secrets. People who knew how to move in silence owned this place. And I wasn’t gonna be anyone’s punching bag here, I wasn’t gonna survive by accident. I was gonna win this sick game. So I watched more of it and Memorized faces. Learned names I wasn’t supposed to know just in case. Shadow joined me again later that night. “You’re making a list?” he asked.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

Careful. Detailed. Nothing escaped her. Each company. Each background. Each potential risk. She didn’t skim. She never did. Then she paused. Just for a second. Hawthorne Group. Her brows pulled together slightly. That name… It felt familiar. Very familiar. Her fingers stilled on the page as she looked at it again. Quiet. Thinking. A faint memory brushed the edge of her mind, but didn’t fully form. “I know this name from somewhere…” she said under her breath.

POV: Narrator The witch's lair was hidden deep in the Shadowpeak Mountains, a place where sunlight never quite reached and the air tasted of ancient magic. Neon dragged Thelma through a stone archway covered in runes that glowed with sickly green light. Behind them, his men carried the unconscious Theo, still paralyzed from the silver dust. "Welcome," a voice purred from the darkness. "I've been waiting so very long to meet you, child." A woman emerged from the shadows. She looked perhaps forty, with long black hair streaked with silver and eyes that held centuries of knowledge and cruelty. Morgana the Dark Witch, though she looked nothing like the monster Thelma had imagined.

he replied, grabbing her shorts and pants and putting them into the suitcase. She stood still and crossed her arms over her chest angrily. "I have money, I can do this myself." Dmitri now found out another thing about Felicity is her stubbornness. He sighed. "That may be so, but do you know how to hide from witches?" he questioned. "No, but-"

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..