Wiccan Witches Novels & Stories

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

Once I was done, I patted my tummy, happily filled with food and was ready to learn. I picked up a book titled, "EARTH WITCHES". Intrigued, I opened it and read. There are three types of witches/warlocks in the supernatural realm. Earth witches, Dark witches and Ancestral witches. Unlike the two, Earth witches draw out energy and mana from any piece of nature they can find. It is the most innate source of power a newborn witch first draws out. They have an unlimited energy reserve as long as they are in touch with nature. The only downside to this is that; they are the earth's pollutants as they deplete the earth's ecosystem and when constantly in use, they could break down the earth and equ

used to live alongside Wolves years ago. They were more friendly neighbors than the Vampires whom the werewolves considered vile for their bloodsucking nature. The witches were normal asides from the fact that they were powerful beings with supernatural Powers. Many wolves turned to them for help in difficult situations,for future predictions, fate and prophecy reads. They used their powers for the good of all and lived peacefully with the Wolves, bearing their own children and multiplying. On rare occasions, some witches even got mated to Wolves, giving birth to a new breed called hybrids. It only made the peaceful coexistence stronger. But somehow, some witches began to use their powers f

"So you're saying you're not human," Sarah asks the guys standing in front of her. No, we're not", they chorus. "_and you're not even just not humans, you're werewolves", she goes on. "What am I again?" "A witch", Jason says "The Witch Supreme", Lucas says at the same time. "So, my abilities are not because I'm cursed but because I'm a witch?" "You got that right", Jason says with a nod. "What did I miss?"

Leading them was Rufus, or better still Alpha Nikias Attalos, the Alpha behind the hoods, followed closely by the other Alphas. Behind the werewolves stood the witches, their robes fluttering in the wind, hands crackling with magical energy. They were the masterminds, ready to guide the battle with their spells and incantations. The witch leader, Lillian, had long hair that flowed like a dark river down her back, and her fierce eyes glowed brightly. She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light.

“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

I walk around the room, searching for anything to help me pick the lock on my cell door. It's made of silver, so trying to break it down is out of the option. My actions suddenly halt, hearing the cell door squeak open. I whip my head toward the door, praying in my heart my mate isn't back to make good on his threat. I exhale when I get a different scent than his as the lights come on in the room. Eric and a woman with a herby scent tread into the room. The woman must be a water witch. Most of them are healers and deal with a lot of herbs. Witches are grouped by elements of nature, fire, water, earth, and air. They cast spells based on which element they are gifted with.

"I'm sorry, but you have to explain better." "Your Goddess..." He falters. "The Moon Goddess?" "Yes." He replies. "Thousands of years ago, there were two types of witches: the White witches, who are known to be good, and the Black witches, who are tagged evil. War broke out between the two, and when the Black witches tried to fight back, they realized that the White witches had blocked off the conduit through which they could generate power and energy. So they were left helpless and defenceless against the White witches." He paused again to see if I was following.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

This wasn't good. I needed to run. My attempt to get back on my feet failed because a hand pressed against my shoulder and forced me back on my knees. An eerie laughter echoed through my ears. The overhead light began to fluctuate and when I managed to catch a glimpse of the people who approached me, my pulse sped up immediately. They had the arcane sigils around their arms. Witches. They were evil witches whom the moon goddess stopped from having anything to do with either the Lycan or werewolves because of their constant rebellion. But, that wasn't what mattered right now.