The Witches Road Novels & Stories

“They’re here.” Evans pulled Jenny close to him as a very large and very intimidating caravan of witches pulled into the village—the thing seemed to stretch for miles. “Wow...” Roxie said as Walker held her close, both of them cupping her belly as she leaned into his chest, “I...I’ve never seen so many in one place.” “Just wait until the wolves show up,” Evans whispered. “What about some of our people?” Suri asked, “Will none of them help?”

More Witches Found Dead In Maywitch “Three more witches were found dead in Maywitch this morning as residents of the village were walking up on their way to the market. The witches were found at the side of the road. Abigail Havern, an early riser resident of the village was on her way to the market when she saw these dead people. She was on her daily walk early as usual and was walking down the hill of Maywitch Village when she noticed that there were black-clothed looking like logs that blocked her way down to the market. She said she almost tripped on the ground had she not been helped by another resident named Bergard Stimlus who took her arm before she fell on those unknown things on th

“There are two choices for us. Left, or right?” “Left,” Master Tsertinand states, his eyes still closed. “Take the left one and go straight ahead until you find another intersection.” “Alright then,” Haden mutters and we drive along the left road. As we go further, the density of trees increases, and the road becomes narrower. Pretty soon, we find ourselves travelling on a road with one plane on each side. Then, we climb up a mountain for a good half hour before coming down. All the witches except Master Tsertinand stare at the beautiful scenery with awe.

I broke into a sprint, praying that my memories of the witches' territory would guide my path. The journey would not be easy. The witches' domain was a labyrinth of deceit and enchantments, with traps set for those who dared to venture uninvited. Memories of my last encounter with the witches drifted into my mind—an encounter that almost cost me my life. I had sworn never to return, yet here I was, running headfirst into enemy terrain for Winter.

These new powers were scary and entertaining at the same time. “That I don't know son, but hopefully the witches of the dark mountain will be able to answer every question. It was dark when we came to the end of the road. “The rest of the journey will have to be continued by foot,” the driver announced. I had very little with me while grace held on to a little bag. As we stepped out of the car, the driver was quick to take a turn and drive back to the coven.

Her breath further calmed her and for a moment her worries felt smaller, and her heart rate slowed. "Tell me what it is you think my mother forgot to inform me about William." William placed his teacup down and readjusted his potion on his armchair. It matched the one Ivy sat on. He entwined his fingers and placed his fore arms on his thighs. "You've heard about the Melas isles witch trail? The ones that ended in 1693 officially, but deeper research proves they ran until the 1700s.?"

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

I whispered. “Brodie ran a check on this guy, and he’s bad news, Nova. Really bad news.” Wyatt looked at me and raised a brow. “What do I not know, Wyatt?” “Well, that depends. Did you know Rob runs drugs for some big-timers in Florida?” “Rob is running drugs; of course he is, dammit! No, I had no idea.” No idea, but the ignorance doesn’t surprise me. “You’re not the only girl he’s hurt, Nova; He has a pattern.”

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.