The Worst Witch Novels & Stories

there were pieces of torn clothes surrounding them but that was the least of my concern. I was right with my guess and my sixth sense was also right in sensing that they were going to be the source of something weird happening, I just didn’t expect it to be this. Assuming I had focused on their scent for a while, I might have been able to tell which creature they were but I was too busy with Lovely. They all bared their vicious fangs towards lovely.

My heart still thrummed with lingering disappointment over the realization they were not my mates after all. Best to avoid any further distractions from their admittedly devastating good looks. The meeting commenced, and my mother was one of the first to speak up. “I’ve received seen that the dark witches are gathering forces at an alarming rate,” she said grimly. “The chaos of the werewolf wars before gave them leverage to gain power. They thrive on chaos and wars and use it to manipulate and destroy.”

Gamma Everly snaps. The witch raises a disbelieving eyebrow and tilts her head to one side. The antlers on her veil tilt with her, and there, illuminated by the moon against a backdrop of dark woods, she truly looks like something dreadful. Like some otherworldly creature, this awful monster is far beyond the realm of anything a werewolf or Lycan would be capable of. She’s an unnatural, evil force. Something dreadful. Something cursed and wretched. I can’t lose Gamma Everly to the witch’s attack. Doing my best to push through the thick pillowy clouds it feels like my brain has been stuffed with, I reach out to Gamma Everly over the mind link, voice heavy with urgency.

The witches. It was only a theory, a gnawing suspicion that had been creeping into my thoughts lately. Strange things had been happening in the pack. Wolves had started acting strangely—aggressive, paranoid, and in some cases, they had gone missing altogether. Damian blaming Elijah for everything, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. The witches were known for their ability to twist reality, to manipulate emotions and cause fractures where there had once been unity. If they were involved, if they were behind this growing chaos, then I needed to figure it out. Fast.

"And it's worse than any of you could have imagined." Me and Arnold exchange worried glances, their brows furrowed with concern. But I can see the determination burning in the eyes of the witch, and it looks like the same determination that's been driving us forward ever since this nightmare began. "What is it?" Arnold asks, his voice edged with impatience. "What's wrong with her?" The witch hesitates for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts before plunging into the depths of her darkest secrets. "Hazel has been infected by a Dire werewolf. That, or she has their blood in her roots." she says finally, her words landing like a sledgehammer in the silence that follows.

A younger wolf actually looks up at the sky like the moon might already be missing from daytime blue. “That’s not possible,” Martha May’s grandson says from somewhere near the medical group. His voice cracks on the last word. Xavier doesn’t even turn. “It is if enough green-eyed witches work together. They are the strongest witches because they aren’t afraid to use forbidden magic and spells.” My pulse is hammering in my throat. “So the one night the pack is supposed to be at its strongest, we get locked in our skin.” Messiah nods once. It looks like it hurts. “Yes.”

“My ex-boss wants me back with a promised raise and promotion.” Her face lit up. “That’s actually good news. You can finally get a real apartment. You should jump on it already.” “He said he’ll give me one.” The smile on her face vanished. Worry twisted her mouth. “What’s the catch, Steph?” I hesitated long enough for the silence to stretch. Then I told her everything about the lounge. The blindfold. The silent man who turned out to be Damian Cross. The hundred thousand grand a week. The contract. The way my body still remembered his hands even while my mind wanted to set him on fire.

"She is the worst." “Miranda… I didn't think she could do this to us. I remember she was no longer human at that time,” muttered Harold with a grimace. "What creature is she? Has she been a Falsies all this time too?" "Even Worse! She's a witch, a creature of darkness. She must be manipulating your mind, just as she manipulates many people for her own sake,” replied Louise.

My mom continued, “Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witch Coven, is on the loose looking for the children she gave birth to many years ago. At least the ones she didn’t kill, anyway. As far as I have been able to tell, Elisabeth is the first born and, therefore, the strongest. I will tell you… her magic is extremely powerful. I found her in the forest with her umbilical cord still attached. The cord hadn’t even had time to grow cold. I found her because I felt the waves from her magic from ten miles away. When I reached the source of the waves, you can only imagine my surprise. She was such a tiny thing. She ended up growing up to be the same, tiny body with huge magic. She had a temper tantrum at

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.