The Hidden Witch Novels & Stories

Then she lifted the blood-stained corner of the blanket and laid it gently onto the map. The blood began to move. At first, slowly, crawling across the parchment like it was alive, then faster, spreading and weaving until it stopped over a single spot far to the east. Renna leaned closer, her expression tightening. “There,” she whispered. “Mount Graven.” I gasped. “The forbidden lands?” She nodded grimly. “It’s where the witches of the old coven have been hiding. The place reeks of dark power. It won’t be easy getting in, or out.”

She grabbed my hand, and together, we followed the elder out of the room. In the hallway, three witches stood by the entrance, their eyes closed and lips moving in unison as they chanted spells. They were completely focused, their energy radiating through the corridor. The elder led us into a small room. From there, she revealed another hidden space by sliding a shelf aside. It was a secret room, one I hadn’t realized existed. On one wall hung a large drawing, which she carefully removed, revealing an iron-barred opening behind it. Without hesitation, she removed the iron barrier and turned to face us.

I whispered the unlocking chant, letting my magic thread through the ancient markings. The tree creaked, split open at the base, revealing a staircase made of twisted roots and bone. With one last breath, I wordlessly and calmly walk down the stairs. The chamber beneath the forest was round, lit with torches that burnt green. Smoke curled through the air, heavy with herbs and deceit. There were at least twenty witches, all hooded, seated in a circle around a sigil carved into the dirt. And at the center… Aretha. Famous runaway powerful sorceress whom Hailey had repeatedly warned me about, Audacus’s greatest ally, lover and weapon who got intimate with both genders as a bisexual being. My vo

"I haven't come across any witches lately. I mean, wouldn't I know if I'd met someone capable of casting spells on me?" Lily's expression grew more serious as she considered my question. "You never know with witches, Trinity. They're incredibly secretive creatures, and they certainly don't live openly in werewolf packs. Most keep to themselves in hidden covens or blend into human society where they can practice without detection." “But if the hex was placed on me back in the city, then… Why is it just manifesting now?” “That’s the scary part, Trinity. I don’t think you were hexed in the city. Hexes don’t take too long to manifest.”

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

He smiled wider and contentedly sat down. I switched the map to the North and pointed to a place where Alpha Gado’s Pack was. “There is a hidden pack in here, Falcon Pack. The bluebird represents peace. They ask to keep their pack hidden and I hope you can keep it. The pack where some witches and wizards live. They accepted the alliance but refuse to join the war.” Their pack was surrounded by flowers and a waterfall. “This pack will be our hiding place, you just need to say the magic word, that would remain hidden for now. I traced my finger to the boundary of the witches' and wizard’s palace the Trigonia.

he asked, his voice skeptical. Shirer nodded. "Yes, I've searched thousands of books, and this is the only one that mentions them. It's an old book, written by a witch who claimed to have met the warlock king's daughters." She flipped through the pages, stopping at an illustration of a castle. "This is the warlock castle. It's said to be hidden deep in the heart of the warlock kingdom." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the illustration. There was something eerie about it, something that made me feel like we were being watched.

It didn’t matter anyway, she stopped almost as soon as she started, hissed a torrent of words I couldn’t make heads nor tails of, and bundled me out her room like I had the plague. “She is your Grandmother. Your... maternal.... grandmother.” Her hand rests on my arm and she speaks softly and slowly, her eyes flicking over my face as she watches me put two and two together. I know Witches live hidden in plain sight among other beings. They were driven out of the human population centuries ago, so they went to the only places that were remotely safe.

She replied to me absentmindedly. Still rubbing her stomach, which was growling lowly here and there. I knitted my brows in confusion. I still had a way to go into their security system and watch what they were doing. As far as I remember, they succeeded in catching all the people who were helping dark witches for money and also caught so many witches hidden inside the pack under the disguise of werewolves. How did this witch not get caught? “Don’t think too much. She is someone who can disguise anyone. That’s why she didn’t get caught and is still inside the pack,” Neelie said to me in a flat tone.