Tickle Witch Novels & Stories

Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever. “Isn’t it wonderful that everyone will be miserable?” his stares were always been intimidating. It was hypnotizing yet addictive. His wickedness was making him more attractive. “I thought witches are evil.” he said with a grin. Aside from convincing me, he was also provoking me. “We are not what you think, Mister.” I defended.

Camille said as they both began to laugh again. "So what brings to our little town?" Camille asked as the smile vanished from Devika's face. The topic of witches and her being one is a sensitive topic for her, one of the 1st things I learned when I 1st met her 6 months ago. * * * She was standing in front of the bar she worked part-time with a guy as tears flowed from her eyes. "I understand Tyler, my biggest mistake was loving a narrow-minded man like you" "You are putting this on me? You are a witch, a piece of information you never thought necessary to share with me. How wou..."

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers. When she entered her chamber, she saw Thaddious lying on the floor, convulsioing and thrashing about. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and the black foam was coming from his mouth again. This had become the tell tell signs Brutus was about to make an appearance. She was really growing tired of this.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

Everyone around us started smiling and nodding in agreement and Wade smiled, “I would love to. The more time I get with my girls, the better for me.” He brought drinks out for all of us, then asked, “So exactly what happened that brought all of you together?” Taylor spoke first, “My very first excuse is I was raised by humans who just found me in their back yard as a newborn. Seventeen years later, I am walking in my back yard, I touch the fence and I’m suddenly in a strange room with a woman who looks a lot like me! I had no idea I was even a witch before that moment. She put shackles on me and told me to wait for my siblings. That’s how I found out I have siblings.”

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.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

I showed no mercy, digging out the next fingernail. Her scream was piercing, but I didn't flinch. "Wait...it...manipulation!!!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. I halted, my hand frozen in mid-air. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice cold. July bit her lip, hesitating. I tightened my grip on her hand, ready to continue the torture, but she began to speak. "The witches of Arachne...they have a special skill...they can manipulate time, dreams...and cause hallucinations."

Darkness threatened to eclipse my vision, but I fought against it, clawing my way back to the surface. Laughter echoed in the chamber—a sound as chilling as the shadows that crept closer. It was a witch. Her presence revealed as she stepped from the periphery, accompanied by two rogue wolves standing sentinel by her side. “Did you really believe you could interrupt our plans?” the witch asked, her voice a melodic mockery. She extended a hand, threads of dark magic twisting and weaving between her fingers—a cruel marionette controlling my torment. “Winter!” Lily cried her voice a beacon of love and desperation.