Weavers Witches Novels & Stories

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

A faint, almost imperceptible echo in the vast, silent void they contained. It was the same feeling she had gotten from Seraphina's followers, the same fanatical devotion, the same scent of dark, manipulative magic. The Weaver was not just a witch; she was a sorceress of the same ilk as Seraphina, a practitioner of the art of twisting wills and corrupting souls. "It's her," Flora whispered, her voice a low, urgent murmur, her gaze fixed on Kaelen. "The magic. It's the same. The Weaver is using the same kind of power Seraphina used."

One of the reasons my gammas are constantly inside the borders. Thirty six witches (male and female), divided in five covens, Arkana being the strongest of them with twelve members, and Black Jade being the newest with only three members. I see it as just kids rebelling against their witchy parents. Thinking they know best, i guess. There are some rivalries amongst them, but nothing serious. I believe most of them are basically fortune tellers or charlatans. Still, i always keep tabs. Better safe than sorry.

" That's none of your business. Just remember that she is my wife. Now if I see you showing interest in her, I will break all your bones and your handsome faces. You won't get much work after that." " Yeah... We understand. Sorry sir, Srusti... " Kabir said and rest both men nodded. " Ma'am !! " I corrected him. " Yes, of course, ma'am." " Leave!! " I shouted and they all left. " Harry, we will take both the dresses. Get them packed. " Maya said to Harry giving him both the dresses as Srusti had already changed out of them. He looked at me hesitantly. " Sorry ma'am, they are not available," I said to Maya.

Their presence was both comforting and mysterious. “Do not be scared, Delilah. We are here to support you on your journey to fulfill your destiny,” the red-haired woman spoke, her voice calm and reassuring. “Today marks the beginning of your true purpose. After today, you will discover more about who you are and what you are meant to do,” the brown-haired woman added, her eyes filled with wisdom. The silver-haired woman stepped forward, her gaze piercing yet kind. “In case you’re wondering who we are, we are the seven witches, daughters of the goddess herself. Your journey is long, and your purpose is vital. Be cautious and trust no one blindly.”

I opened the door only to see my twin brother and my bestfriend are wearing matching corpse attire. ‘Do they have to brag about their relationship with this single ass bitch in front of them?’ Then, Arvin came rushing, wearing the same vampire attire. I didn't expect him to wear the same attire as mine. “I thought you were not allowed to join? You're an organizer, right? So you are not allowed to have a partner, because both you and your partner are not allowed to be nominated as Halloween couple of the year. ”

I ogled at their faces while I questioned them. Melvin raised his head to caution me when Jackson interrupted. "Fine! You are right, we are Witches". He confirmed it, even though I already knew. "Wow! Do you have a leader?". I continued asking questions. "A leader?". Jackson laughed, "We don't need a leader, please". He continued and then laughed again. As Witches and wizards, it is dangerous not to have someone that leads, and most witch hurdles always end up getting spotted by the system, and they eliminate everyone in it..

The witches' presence was palpable. Reaching the summit, they found themselves in an eerie glen bathed in an unnatural, pulsating light. The witches, cloaked in black form fitting outfits, emerged from the darkness. Their eyes glowed with malevolence as they chanted incantations that sent shivers down their spines. The air was charged with tension as they cautiously advanced through the dense foliage, their weapons at the ready. Kollie moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her eyes fixed on the magical women and men ahead.

"iba o iba! iba o iba! iba o iba! iba kutukutu awo owuro, iba ganrin ganrin awo osan, iba eyin iya mi osoronga olokiki oru, at’ori ja’pa at’apa j’ori at’edo j’oronro, bi okete ba juba ile ile a la enu fun, bi ekolo juba ile ile a lanu fun, mo juba eyin agba loni o! e si ilekun agbede meji orun ati aye fun mi, eyi ti n se ela akoko." As soon as she finished the incantation, the wall opened to reveal a door made of fire and pitch dark smoke and she stepped through. She stepped out in the coven. There, she met a group of witches—all female except for a warlock who served as their drummer and executioner, the wielder of the witches’ blade. The coven was headed by three old witches who had been l

But she didn't have any other options. The witches are sketchy. Most of the witches are very witchy in true sense. They like to play with their power of magic and cause trouble with the werewolves. They often misused their power for doing bad things. Which is why they and the werewolves have problems together. Werewolves are a hot blooded community and they don't like sneaky things. "Do you think their punishment is more important to me than my life, Irene?" Athena scoffed at the woman who has curly black hair.