Weavers Witches Novels & Stories

"How would I know? It's his order and job. If they got to complain, they could do it with him." The other guard looked across his side to one of the women and pulled the collar on her neck to chide. "I don't see the need to worry anything though. This thing here is made by the sorcerer, they couldn't run away even if they want to." He narrowed his eyes to the frightened woman. "If they do, your head would be blown to bits. I have seen them enough before." Ariana held her hand up to the collar the guards were talking and examined at the ancient writings carved in the metal in silence. She never heard anything about a sorcerer before, but her aunt always cursed them for stealing a normal perso

I use air to catch the head and the bodies. The other witches from our coven appear and run along side us now. I have about three witches with earth power here with me and once they see how we are taking them down, they work together to wrap vines around one while I work on two at a time. The air witches help bring them down to stop destruction. The other fire and water witches are trying to stop all the fires in all the buildings. I use earth and air to create like little bullets and send them to the creatures. This seems to be an endless task everytime we take down one, two more appear.

I enter my shared apartment with Lucas and Catherin and rush to my bedroom and smack the door on their faces before they ask me questions. I plop myself on the bed laying on the stomach in terror, what would have happened if someone found that am a witch? Humans were always the people to hate us. They even killed many of my kind without any mercy thinking that we too have family and kids to take care of. The way they put fire to our homes in forests just because we do witchcraft for treating people. Not gonna lie few do witchcraft to hurt others but not my kind, not my family.

"I heard witches are divided into covens. How many are there exactly?" "In the past, there were five covens of witches in the kingdom. The Kandalas (night witches), that is us. The Kunarians (green witches), the Natosians (sea witches), the Fidimonin (folk witches), and lastly, the Tambolans (gray witches). Currently though, only three covens remain as the rest have either been impacted by the plague that nearly wiped out the whole of witches, or crossed to another dimension to survive. The only covens who survived the plague were the night witches, the sea witches, and the gray witches." "And each coven operates differently?"

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

"She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake." "We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments... Even to Sagacious Inquisitor," I said as I fell against the wall, then slid down to sit on the floor, knees bent. I hung my head, then covered my face with my hands. "They're taking on the personality of the witches whose name they choose. They're being brainwashed, turned out, and then initiated into this... coven with their new covenant name," I said as Keegs shook his head in agreement, joining me on the floor. "What's that term you always use, Kelly... BOHICA?" Keegs shook his head again.

She turned away, moving with purpose, probably heading toward the hall where she’d help gather everyone. I exhaled deeply and lifted my chin. My turn. I pushed through the crowd until I reached the inner perimeter of the arena where the two Weavers stood. They were both in their ceremonial robes, holding staffs made of polished sticks or bones. Their eyes glowed faintly with magic. The closest one to me looked young. Barely any facial hair. He had wild curls, pointed nose and he was probably a few years older than me. Easy target. I walked toward him with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

The cover was covered in a thick layer of soot, and the pages were stiff with age. He laid it out on a desk, the parchment creaking in protest. It was a map, or at least, the closest thing to one. It showed the portal the same swirling black-and-blue nightmare and surrounding it were dozens of these Weavers. They were working in harmony, moving huge, crystalline shapes, literally stitching reality together. "They're not just monsters," I said, leaning in closer, feeling the familiar hum of the Pact resonate with the text on the page. "They’re architects. They’re the ones who decide where the edges of the world go."

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.