Wiccan X Hulkling Novels & Stories

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

Annette gasped and pulled her hand back as if burned. “Teggãm,” she whispered, voice trembling, “I suspect black magic. The hüdda kind.” Hugh’s eyes widened, disbelief twisting his face. “ Do you hear yourself, Annette? That’s forbidden in our pack. No one has dared touch the hüdda for centuries!” Annette’s lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s only one way to be certain. I’ll need horsetail, bergamot root, and the essence of our Alpha’s wolf, along with his blood.”

"I am not comfortable in telling the details but the main point is that a few years back something happened due to which I was really scared and I ran away from the magic world and cotton all the contacts with them. I am not really that strong instead I am a coward, I am scared. All these years I have been running away from the magic world and also Cameron. I have hid myself well because I wanted to live a life away from all the chaos. I know I am the one who can kill him but it is not easy, I need to learn so many things to fight with him but the fight that will break out scares me. I feel that if I keep hiding none of this will have to happen."

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

Maybe this young witch slept with Marek Olun as the spiritual companion when she had the adult phase crisis. As a witch passes through adult phase crisis day, if they can get a powerful spirit companion as their sleeping partners, they will get a boost to their mana upgrade. Olun family Alpha members have a powerful energy inside their body so if a witch experiences adulthood sleeping with Alpha from the Olun family, they will get a lot of boost in their energy. However, even so if the witch who did that didn't have the talent to become a high-level witch they would bleed from that huge energy boost, and end up having dire consequences. This benefit is only known to Witch Una who has been in

“We have a war to win.” As I stand amid the fighting my feet are frozen to the ground. The wind blows wildly through the night air as the Sisters of Wisdom attempt to push back against the hunters and the lycan forces. Stray bullets whiz through the air barely missing their marks and putting holes in the sides of the already rundown Wolf’s Den. Lycans are pulled from the ground mid-shift and tossed by large gusts of wind that fling them into trees and the surrounding buildings. The hunters shield their faces from the wind that is relentlessly beating against them. The Seven Witches of the High Council are standing at the edges of a large summoning circle. All are chanting to Hecate wit

I notice the four witches at one end and Lex with his arms wrapped around Fallon at the other . Poor Hagged is being used as Lil’s glamorous assistant , running about like a headless chicken following her orders . I have to laugh at Haggen , 6 '2 of pure werewolf muscle , takes no shit and is a beast on the battlefield . Yet one word from my feisty redhead best friend and he is mush in her hands . I am over the moon for her because she was always the more romantic of the two of us .

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

He who last Balric knew, didn’t know how to read? The storm on the horizon drew closer as Ian’s demonic chanting grew stronger, sending black magic into Agron. The bitter acidic smell made Balric’s nose itch and his stomach uneasy. Agron began to scream. It was a loud, soul-wrenching scream, full of agony. A wave of terror filled Balric as he realized what Ian was doing. Ian was ripping out Agron’s wolf spirit from his human body.

that cooking and dealing meth was their bread and butter. Brick instructed his boys to move about at strategic positions and keep their wits about them which wasn't difficult given their distinctive advantages of being actual werewolves when it came down to it. The mere human gangs didn't stand a chance. "No deaths...and if you put a hurting on 'em, make sure they can function enough to tell you where my fish is?" growled Brick before taking off. The Howlers all scattered and Goldie stayed on guard in case anyone got any funny ideas.