Weavers Witches Novels & Stories

She ordered, but before leaving Darla's side, she told Darla to stay put since she wasn't exactly looking okay. "Us Witches have remained peaceful with the werewolves since decades, are you werewolves trying to break that just like the Vampires did at first?!". Hattie asked. Even though she was scared of the amount of werewolves around the mountains, she didn't fail to prepare her spell book for war. "The seers are connected to the Queens of witches as said. Let me have a word with your seer, my Mate was taken captive in the underworld". Jayden tried to remain calm as he announced.

Once it began happening it was going to be free rein on me. “Witches exist in covens. There are five main covens in the witch world and they have vast power. The power comes as a bundle and they share it. There are seers, weavers and more. When one dies, the others carry the deceased if the deceased had no offspring.” I explained, finally taking in the room and they all stared with even wider eyes, hung on my words. They were so confused.

At the confused looks on the witches faces she added, "it's advisable, and allowed, to use your maids as partners and any other person as long as they're not witches." The witches nodded, "good," Patricia said, "and I believe you all have your weaving books?" They nodded, "alright," she said, "and don't forget, be careful what you weave for."

he reminded before walking away. Uri inched closer to glance at the person Syvan wanted the moon god to track down. Her eyes widened with shock as the man's identity dawned on her. 'What does a vampire want with a shadow weaver?' she thought echoed in her mind. Shadow weavers were witches that could give life to shadows. They could manipulate the shadows into any creature they want and make it come to life. They were the dangerous type of witches and very rare to come by. They were so rare that people hardly knew of their existence.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

The physical evidence only led to the center of the field and then nothing, as if the kidnappers and Alexi had just disappeared without a trace. Coming up the road were many more vehicles; two vehicles carried the Packs Witches and the other the King's Witches. The Pack Witches felt offended that the King's Witches were called upon. The King's Witches felt they were far more Superior and magically capable than the Pack Witches. The two sets of witches did not work well together at all. However, both sets of witches agreed that there was lots of magic residue everywhere.

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

Without another word, the five witches accompanying them, Letira and Corvus, stepped forward. "We require an undisturbed area," Letira, the leader of the witches announced. Novak gestured towards a clearing a few paces away. "Let's give them some space." They moved swiftly, while Letira lay down intricate patterns of woven branches and leaves. Corvus, her assistant, produced a small pouch and began chanting a low, guttural melody, the other three witches chanting along with her. Minutes turned into a tense silence broken only by the soft murmur of the witches' chants. Letira's hands moved with practiced ease, sprinkling a fine, iridescent powder over the woven pattern.

The carriage man scratched the back of his head as he looked everywhere else being suddenly anxious obviously, having the eyes of the mysterious lady on him had a powerful effect. Was he scared of her? Hell, he was. "It's just... they say witches are ugly. Is it true?" His real bother was soon revealed by his statement. As that was when the disturbed princess took a short breath of relief inside her veil. For a moment she thought the carriage man started doubting her identity but luckily that was not the case... But still Princess wanted to be careful about everything she was doing. Hence taking a dangerous step forward towards the already terrified carriage man, Princess Rosemary uttered bl

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face