Weavers Witches Novels & Stories

I'm standing on a floor made of interwoven magic, and above me is a sky that churns like a loom mid-spin. The air hums. And then someone appears. It’s not the Ashkeeper. I’ve felt her presence before. Precise, quiet, watching from the edges. This woman is taller, wrapped in gossamer and gold thread. Her eyes are sharp as bone needles, her mouth soft as twilight. One of the Weavers. She doesn’t speak. A single thread stretches out from her hand, hovering in the space between us. I know what I’m meant to do. Take it. Walk with it.

"No one. It is the natural consequence of bringing back the Forgotten. The pattern had adjusted to their absence. Now it must adjust to their presence." "How do we stop it?" "We cannot stop it. We can only guide it." The Seer awaits us at the edge of the Wastes. "The Weavers are coming," she says. "They are the ones who maintain the pattern. They have sensed the disturbance." "The Weavers?" "They are ancient. Older than the Watchers. Older than the Unseen. They exist in the spaces between the threads, holding everything together." "Will they help us?" "It depends. They are not good or evil. They are simply order. If they see the pattern as too damaged, they will cut it. They will end everyth

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

"That was the mistake we made the first time. We can't just rush in without a plan. We have to be ready for anything." "The witches with Ryker, come from a coven renowned for their prowess with trickery and deception. Hence, why it was very easy for them to infiltrate this place and gain valuable information about us, such as the time and place that Amaranthine's 6 month celebration would be held," added Everett.

There was a couch in the room, so I sat there while Mom now turned, giving me her back as she walked to the window. “I don't know if you've heard the saying that witches and werewolves don't mix?” It sounded like a question, so even though she couldn't see me, I still nodded my head. “Witches are the root of all evil; they do spells, manipulate, and are the reason why bad things happen.” Okay, I don't know why she was telling me this, but it was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. “Long back in the witch coven lived a girl, Bella. She was smart, beautiful, and very curious. Now, just like other tribes, witches also had a leader; unlike werewolves, their leader is called a mother witch.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

"The witches are led by the High Priestess. She's the most powerful of them all, and nobody knows just how old she truly is. Witches don’t just make potions. It’s rare, but some of them could also control elements. Four of the strongest witches who are most capable with the elemental spells are given the title 'Lady.' They each have mastery over a specific element, reporting directly to the High Priestess.” My brain scrambled to piece together the puzzle. Was Reeva one of those ladies? And how about Mother? I wanted to know more, but how much could I ask without sounding suspicious? “Until not so long ago, I didn’t even know there were witches in this world,” I probed, “Now you tell me there

she asked them looking back at the group of few thousands. One of the leader, he was the Aliekra coven (the air element), he bowed, “Greetings my queen, this is the number of all the witches, your majesty. The number of my people are about one thousand five hundred. Many of our people were killed during that war and by that time only twenty of us survived, you can see the number of great elders like me are only twenty. As you know we witches can leave long and the number of youngster are the one many.”

As dawn's first light pierced the canopy of the ancient forest, my mind raced with the urgency of our mission. Nathanial and I needed help—help that went beyond the capabilities of the werewolves. We needed the power of the witches. The witch coven, led by Elara, was rumored to be deep in the forest, in a place only accessible to those who had earned their trust. Fortunately, Isabella Cruz had shared the location with me before her betrayal. With Gabriel's threat looming larger than ever, we had no choice but to seek their aid.

Seeing as Asher and I refused to force anyone to fight, fearful they’d be killed and ripped away from those they loved, it left us at a huge disadvantage. Deacon had been right. That much was clear in the feverish way the witches fought, banding together in small groups as they used both magic and human weaponry to take us down. There had to be over a dozen of them, possibly more. They could’ve waited until the sun had risen and claimed this town as their own, but there was always that chance I wouldn’t be here. It was a risk they chose not to take, and probably our only advantage. The witches had silver, and plenty of it. Clutched in the hands of many were guns with plated bullets, daggers