Wiccan Witches Novels & Stories

Witchery involves harnessing the magic already existent throughout the world with rituals and recipes, while warlocks are those who wield the magic of creatures from beyond this world. He wrinkles his nose very delicately. ‘Not warlocks, but some witches, especially those that identify as pagans. Mystics—human practitioners who find ways to harness the magic within their mortal bodies—also tend to work, but they’re very uncommon in this city. I’ll tell you more about them next time I give you and Scintilla a lesson in sorcery.’ He doesn’t seem inclined to explain more, and I don’t want to ask, either, in case I reveal something that I’m not supposed to, so instead I just let him help me heal

The only reason: They declined the king's order to be his seer and his king. My grandfather wanted all the witches in the north coven to worship him and acknowledge him as their king. A long time ago, the North Coven was the strongest group of witches in the whole world. They could perform different kinds of powers such as majestic incantations, spells for curses, and summoning of the dead. Their leader could also do soul-swapping, dream travels, and teleport. These were the powers the king wanted on his side to make him the strongest, not just among the werewolves and the Lycans, but among all the living creatures in the world.

The witches. It was only a theory, a gnawing suspicion that had been creeping into my thoughts lately. Strange things had been happening in the pack. Wolves had started acting strangely—aggressive, paranoid, and in some cases, they had gone missing altogether. Damian blaming Elijah for everything, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. The witches were known for their ability to twist reality, to manipulate emotions and cause fractures where there had once been unity. If they were involved, if they were behind this growing chaos, then I needed to figure it out. Fast.

Add to that, the witches have added their ‘witchy lights’ and we can barely get the sprites out of the gardens. We realized much too late that many of the witches needed our help, just as much as other supernaturals. Cohen and I have taken in several single mothers who were running just so they could protect their children. Some have even found their mates among the wolves and even some among the sprites. At first, the wolves would be jealous that their mate had children with another man, but in many instances, these children were the result of some cultish coven event where the leader of the coven slept with all the women, whether consensual or not. According to the witches who have joined

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

Luna Mara, known for her wisdom and foresight, added, "The alliance with the witches is essential. With their magical abilities, they can be a formidable force against the vampires. But we need to ensure trust and cooperation." Beta Jason, the second-in-command with a strategic mind, interjected, "I've reinforced the patrols, and our sentinels are on high alert. We can't afford any surprises. Our borders are secure, but we need to stay vigilant." Morgana, the witch leader, her eyes filled with an ageless wisdom, spoke, "The witches are ready to stand by the Silver Moon Pack. Our magic can be a powerful asset, especially against the vampires. However, we must act decisively when the time come

Lyric The witches, all of them appearing as old crones, step out of seemingly thin air. It’s a big coven, more than twenty witches and mages, and all of them are hidden from Bryce’s prying eyes. “A mixed coven,” Pria says. “That’s rare. Usually women don’t allow men to join their coven.” “Two weeks ago, I didn’t think women could be Alphas,” I remark dryly. “Guess you don’t know everything yet.”

The Doom Family. This woman belonged to that bloodline, her kind had been responsible for wiping away his ancestors, almost making other beings extinct. Alpha Lawrence growled deep in his throat not missing the surprise that shone in the woman’s eyes. The woman had been caught trying to resurrect a dead person with occult powers, she was a black Witch. A very powerful one according to his men that had watched her make the incantations by the river. Although weakened by age, witches were never to be underestimated. With only a few whispers they could have the entire earth collapsing on itself. They were very powerful beings and the scariest thing about them was their quiet, unsuspecting ways

I have to get them out of there, even if it kills me. “Witches are people who were naturally born with magic. As long as you can call on the forces of nature or on a god, then you are considered a witch.” Alana starts saying. “What exactly do witches worship?” I ask her with a raise of my brows. “The universe. Nature. There is so much power in every single thing that exists. Plants, animals, the celestial bodies. Witches have the ability to draw power from those sources.” She answers. “What about the gods?” I ask her and she shakes her head slowly from side to side.

I asked. I was once told about the Vine of Witches by Namilla and my father. A coven of witches and wizards who draw their powers from the shape and ideology of water. They worshiped the saltwater goddess, Salacia who is in line with the Moon goddess. Which was why there was more of a connection and unison between the Werewolves and the Witches than the Vampires. “It all has to do with your mind. When you are ready to drink some water, you will break free from your healing cord and drink some water from this pot.” He told me and then left before I could ask any follow up questions.