Weavers Witches Novels & Stories

He shifted his grip on his iron blade, his knuckles turning a bloodless white. From the gaps in the weaving threads, they emerged. The Weavers. They weren't flesh. They weren't even machine. They were translucent, multi-legged entities made of spun glass, moving with a terrifying, clicking efficiency. They didn't have faces, only prismatic clusters that reflected Aradaa’s own horrified expression.

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.

"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.

The time had come. "Marije Arriens Crowningshield came in at 8:30 this morning and confessed everything in a full statement to MC Detective Stonewall." He turned to the board with his laser pointer in hand. "She gave up her husband Caleb, aka Casper," he put the red dot right in the middle of his forehead. "She also gave up Lasses Birgitta, aka Kool-Aid." The red dot sat in the middle of her throat. "Their Witches Coven are moving a lot of Salts and were ready to make a deal with Shadow Posse to take over Heroin and Meth distribution in The Heights." He turned to face the bullpen with a bit of a heavy look on his face. "Crowningashield alleges that her husband ordered the hit on an LREC enfo

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."