Tickle Witch Novels & Stories

I confirmed nodding and kept forming new letters. “A… W… I… T…C… H…” she gazed at me in absolute daze, then mumbled, “It said… “I am a witch”… this was… You are incredible…” she muttered faintly. “You liked it?” I smiled shyly. “Did I like it?! Are you kidding me?! You made it move! You can move beer!” she called completely thrilled and paused right after hearing her own words, “That didn't sound quite right…”

“Don’t mind Mrs. Fluffikins, she doesn’t enjoy going into lands held by humans or shared with humans. They tend to burn witches. Do you have one of her as her human?” Shaking their heads, the shifters glanced at each other as the witch pulled a giant bowl out of the tiny bag. She went over and filled it with water from the fountain, then set it on the stone before putting a drop of oil in it. She slid a mirror into the bottom of the bowl and began chanting. Symbols appeared in the water and then stuck to the mirror. When the witch pulled out a wicked-looking, serpentine dagger, Tauran made an almost growling sound in his throat and stomped a hoof as she reached toward him.

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.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

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.

“Money? Jewels? I’ll give it to you, if you end this. I’ll pay you.” The witch shook her head, eyes rolling, and reached into the folds of her robe. She pulled something out and set it on my lap, gingerly, with two fingers. Then stood there with her hands neatly folded in front of her and waited. I was too frozen to move or speak, just staring down at the item sitting there. A tiny, severed pinky toe, the nail painted purple. Sparkly, like the galaxy. “I have your original mate,” the witch whispered. “For every day you refuse to cooperate, every stupid question you ask, she will lose something bigger and bigger until it’s her head that comes off at last. Do you want her to survive or not?”

I would never have known that that would be my last happy memory. The moment we stepped in the tent and the witch laid eyes on us, her smile turned slowly into a frown, staring at Tania. I suppressed a low, protective growl because i could tell she was human. Tania became aware and i could feel her mood changing. She started saying why we were there, but the witch cut her off with a head nod and a hand gesture. "There is no point asking for a future that isn't there. It is always sad when young people die, especially when they die by the thing they love the most."

I asked in an unsure voice-" Hello....? Is anyone here?.. Don't worry I am Parsahwna Macduff, Queen of WitchDom. I can help!!" I waited for the response for a few seconds when suddenly heard the noise of the bushed from behind. I looked back and waited. I saw a girl... It's Tiara. Dutchess of WitchWorld. daughter of general Henry Croft and lady xu yang. She is the finance of Willaim!!! my eyes widen to see her here. I immediately asked in a concerned voice-" Tiara? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" She was crying. Her eyes were red and puffy. She looked sacred. Her dress was a little torn too. I felt bad looking at her. I quickly went over to her and wrapped my royal cardigan to make h

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.