Tiny Witch Novels & Stories

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

Coming back to the same people who took her mother away from her or let her kill her own mother. Susu, adorned in a cloak to conceal her identity, made her way through the dense forest, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The Revolutionary's plan was set in motion, and she had a crucial role to play. As a young witch with an uncanny resemblance to Maika, she had been chosen to infiltrate Rosella's pack and deceive them.

Travis walked in almost immediately and saw her laying helplessly under the trees, supporting her with his hands, he picked her up and took her to the Witches chants room. "What happened to her?", one of the Witches asked "I don't know", Travis replied, fear radiating all over his face, "I saw her laying helplessly under the trees", he added "Drop her here", the witch said pointing to the wooden alter She was monstrous of appearance, mumbling to herself with that dreamy, ghastly smile, showing her saw toothed teeth. Her hair was lank and lustreless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapours. Bit

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.”

["What is the witch's name, by the way?" ["Well, she said it was Samantha!"] ["Samantha? I'll research anything about her with my mom. You know how freaking older she is, she should probably know something about this witch. Two questions about it: Does she agree with the Witch Queen? And how does she looks like?"] ["No, she doesn't agree with the queen, she hates her, just like me. And about her appearance, she has white and long straight hair, red eyes, full lips, white skin, a curved body, and is also taller than me."]

I hated it so much I wish I could claw out her face until I saw what was hidden underneath that serene facade. “Okay,” she finally said, “How about you come down and we talk about this?” “I’m not sure that’s how things like this go,” I’ve never been with other high priestesses or witches when they leave to take down a witch that’s used the reincarnation and soul-swapping spell to come back to earth for revenge but I know that it involves a lot of fight and all the witches might not return.

Their plan was flawless but they didn't expect it to change like this. Seeing their confused expressions, the Little Witch's eyes flashed with slyness. She shouted again, "Uncle Wu, you see. They have nothing to say. You must uphold justice for me and drive these bad guys out of the Tortoise Academy!"

CHLOE The Triplet Alphas surrounded me in an instant. Stepping out from behind the tree, a young witch probably around eight years old walked out. Her brown wavy hair curled down her shoulders, her eyes blue just like Talon's. But there was something strange. She didn’t carry the scent of magic the way most witches did. She smelled human. She stopped a few feet away, tilting her head as if she were studying me. “You’re her,” she whispered, her small voice sending a chill down my spine.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

She’d come and leave as she pleased, and they’d be none the wiser. Perhaps, if she were any other witch, she’d be none the wiser too. But she isn’t any other witch. The Silver Witch of the North, also called the Ice Witch due to her love for cold regions, did not get to her position by being like every other witch. She is anything but normal.