The Witches Daughter Novels & Stories

"That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!" The witches of the Misty Forest were renowned worldwide for their unparalleled healing abilities, revered as divine figures with the power to bring the dead back to life. But to accept this role meant a lifetime confined to the forest, never to leave again. "I've made up my mind," I said firmly. "I will never leave the forest again." "Very well," she replied, her voice resolute. "From this moment on, you are my successor—the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest."

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

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

“The original name is busu la kifo, the kiss of death. The opposite of the kiss of life you made with that wolf. The curse was changed but couldn’t be broken. It’s a family secret. How did you learn of it?” “Xavier saw her kissing someone. If her mother’s witch, why does she hate witches?” “Because her mother tried to kill the pack and her when she was younger?” My eyes go wide. “What? Why?” “Some said she went crazy. She disappeared after that and no one has heard from her since. Tess had a hard time growing up being her daughter.” Well, I understand her resenting her mother, but all witches, including herself? Isn’t that too much? “She’s a little rough, but she is a lovely girl. I’m glad y

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

The magic grows and ripples violently before it is quickly sucked into her hand like she has absorbed it. "She is her grandmother's child," I hear Benjamin's voice in the link. Looking beside me, I see Benjamin and Ares' wolves starting at their daughter, as we are all in awe of the powerful little girl; Dagon and his people all have looks of pure terror etched onto their faces. "And more," Ares adds before our warriors rush forward, attacking Dagon's warriors who are focused on protecting the witches.

A bonfire crackled at the center, blue and white flames licking the sky. Around the fire stood seven witches—each cloaked, each radiating a different kind of power. Cold. Calm. Wrath. Grief. Hunger. Mercy. And the last… unreadable. Like a blank slate with invisible ink. The first witch stepped forward, the one who radiated grief. Her eyes were a soft violet, rimmed with silver veins that pulsed like rivers. “Daughter of Wolfsong,” she said. “You carry more than a child. You carry a storm.”

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

she rasps, her voice a nightmare made real. “I don’t care where,” my father growls, his voice laced with fury. “Just get the children out of her belly. I’ve already lost the first three—I won’t lose my chance at this power again.” The witches nod in unsettling unison and exit. The man beside me grips my arm as we follow. Outside, two witches lay my mother’s lifeless body on the ground. My breath catches, a sharp pain slicing through my chest. “Bring the girl,” the lead witch commands, her voice sharp as glass.