The Jealous Witch Novels & Stories

' “Liah, let’s discuss the programs and events for the accreditation of our department. Stop sulking and don’t get jealous.” Did he just say the word ‘Jealous?’ Does it mean he is not against my courtship? “I’m not jealous. It’s irritation, that’s exactly what I felt. You’re just my toy, there is no reason for me to get jealous.” I was shocked when he suddenly leaned back in his swivel chair and stared at me. “Toy? Who gave you the authority to use me as your toy? Let’s start discussing the agenda for college accreditation, and do not make me repeat myself. Don’t make me lose my temper, Merliah.”

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

"Agatha, please...you misunderstand in your jealousy..." "Jealousy!" The witch screeched. "I hate you and all you stand for! This realm will die without you...you are all egotistical and vain creatures! You hunt and destroy my kind and those of my love, Lord Albescu...and the demons! Like the spider and the mosquito we all have the right to exist! But you! You have been found to be Lord Albescu's mate? What a joke, right?" Bethany was crying in pain, tears of blood, as she coughed up more blood under the witch's cruel spell trap.

Hayley scowled, that was all she wanted, to be free from her oppression and now she got it. They closed their eyes as strands of their hair moved backward and the cool breeze blew past them, the crow was approaching and it seemed that their magic wasn't working. Getting closer, the crow knocked Earnestine and she rolled over leaving Janeka to face the hideous monster. Just as the book described, the crow looked exactly like it. She pushed her arms forward, raising her voice as she continued chanting, but it was not effective. She felt her body hit the wall when the monster punched her, and she slid down passing out. Marius and Lelia laughed at Justin, he was only making a fool out of himself

"Well, it did work to some extent, but this time I need something different. I need to ensure he is completely under my control, at any cost. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Very well, we will fulfill your request," the witch replied, heading towards a box where valuable items were stored. The so-called lady followed closely behind. Glancing in her direction, I noticed she didn't seem to be of low birth. I wondered what could drive her to such jealousy, attempting to steal someone else's mate.

My father puts his hand on my shoulder as he turns me around and ties black satin around my head, effectively blinding me and robbing me of the sight of my surroundings. *Narrator* It was a bad night. The stars were blocked out by the smoke billowing up and out from the wall of fire. There was a hushed whisper among the gathered witches. Everyone had felt the loss of the Witch Mother and were wondering what was happening. Several were crying and holding on to each other, but me… my eyes were continually scanning the crowd. Something bad was about to happen, and the other witches would have sensed it if their grief wasn’t so pungent. “Ladies. Witches. Sisters of the Path Coven is no more.” Wi

The witch began laughing with dangerous hilarity. “Foolish king. It seems you have never been really educated, despite being in possession of all the wealth of your kingdom,” she replied, her voice changing drastically to a towering one. “I am a lethal being that you’d have never encountered in your entire worthless life. I am Jezebel, the most feared witch of all time. And tonight, I will take from you what I desire, and I will become what I want to be,” saying this, she waved her wand and shot a spell at him. However, the king deflected it using his sword and it hit the wooden wall, punching a large hole through it. The sorceress shot another spell which again deflected off his sword and s

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

"I sent her away long ago. I don't even know why she's here now! You have to believe me!" "Enough! I don't want to hear another word from you!" My voice rose, cutting through his frantic protests. I looked at him with unmasked revulsion, and for the first time, he seemed to register the depth of my contempt. Meanwhile, Jasmine's shrill voice broke through the tense silence. "I knew him first!" she screeched, struggling against the witches holding her back. "I've stood by him for twenty years! Why should he choose you, someone he met only once? What kind of spell did you cast on him?!"