The Witches Road Novels & Stories

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

Checking the mailbox I pulled out a lone package kind of excited because I knew it was a dress I had been waiting on to come in. Turning back toward the house I tucked the package under my arm and started back. Lost in music I hit the last curve thankful the house was just ahead when I stopped in my tracks dropping my package. A lone black wolf was in the middle of the road blocking my path. I swallowed, the animal’s hair was matted and he was beyond dirty. Although he was skinny the growl he let out let me know he was nothing to ignore.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,

I threw them all into the bag, making sure it wasn’t too heavy but still prepared for whatever lay ahead. The night was thick with tension as I tightened the straps and grabbed my bike, staring out the window one last time. I felt like I was about to dive headfirst into something I couldn’t even understand. The witch's cabin was out there, deep in the woods, hidden from most people. But I couldn’t back down. Suzan was out there, and I had to find her. I threw my leg over the bike, adjusting the bag on my back. The cool night air hit my face as I pedalled down the street, my eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. Each turn felt heavier than the last, like I was drifting further from safety

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

"I don't know. I swear, I don't know. She just selected thirty-two High Witches and sent us here to get the babies. That's it. We were'nt told what they were for." I inhale a cold breath... High Witches... If I remember Witch hierarchy correctly... it's the Fledgling Witch as the weakest, then Novice, then Adept, and then the High Witch in terms of power. And there were thirty-two of them... The fact that Robert was even able to survive is a testament to the prowess of Amadeus wolves. It's clear we won't be getting anything more from her. The well of information has run dry. Dominicus stalks toward her with predatory grace. Her eyes widen as he comes closer. She can see death in his eyes. “N

He immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest, holding her tightly as if to make sure she was unharmed. “I’m fine. What’s going on out there?” Selina asked, her voice still trembling. “Dozens of our pack members were found dead at the end of the road,” Raven said. The words made Selina’s heart feel like it stopped beating. “What?” she whispered, shaking. “They were all killed the same way as the previous victims. At first, we thought it was the work of a serial killer. But this time, a note was left with the bodies. It’s been confirmed that the witches are behind it,” Raven explained.

I can feel the tug there, the subtle invitation for the road to become something else. A different direction. A different morning. A different version where the village is already gone and no one remembers it existed. I could force it. I could slam the seam shut. Time would collect. Instead, I do what hedge witches have always done when something larger than them is present. I negotiate with humility and spite. I take a pinch of dirt from the edge of the road, where the texture is still honest. I rub it between my fingers until it warms, until my skin remembers what ground is supposed to feel like. Then I sprinkle it across the smooth patch, not as cover but as instruction.

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi