Tiny Witch Novels & Stories

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

she taunts, her eyes glinting with malice. I smirk in response, refusing to be cowed by her words. “Soft, huh? Well, I guess you didn’t anticipate being sent flying like a ragdoll,” I retort, my tone laced with a mix of sarcasm and satisfaction. However, my triumph is short-lived as the witch’s anger ignites. In a sudden burst of motion, she leaps into the air, her entire form enveloped in a blinding white light. I watch in awe and uncertainty as she closes her eyes, performing intricate hand signs with practiced ease.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

I would make sure of it. The waiter knocked on our cubicle before getting in with our drinks. After serving it, he left us alone. “Do you have any idea how we can get rid of the witches?” she asked me while sipping from her cup. “I do not,” I sighed. “I’ve never even dealt with witches. This is my first time. How do I do anything against them?” “I do know they are far weaker than us. They don’t have the speed we do and when they are pushed off buildings, they break like toys, that is why they have those fancy powers they have.”

I can even accept that she's a Dark Witch. 🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻 "I'm sorry baby" My ears twitches at the feminine voice talking to Hunnie.

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

She nearly forgotten that it was soaked in her sweat from this morning and a part of her didn't care to sleep in it, but she got herself up anyway and worked on her laundry. "My life was never this bad, Teeka. Why did it have to turn out this way?" She asked the cat as she sat in the basement. The washer swished around loudly as she attempted to do her homework in peace. Teeka inclined her head at Willow's question, flicking her tail. "It's not like I asked to be a Witch. It just turned out that way, you know?" Willow complained a bit, tapping her pencil against her leg. Her eyes shifted to a small spider crawling along the wall before disappearing into the crack.