Wicked Witch Novels & Stories

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

“You people are werewolves!” She says out loud, eyes widening while her lips trembled in fear. She swallowed hard, receiving the head maid’s sharp gaze when she turned to her. The woman raised a brow; her heals tapping with each heavy step as she walked to her. “So? I doubt it would surprise a witch like you.” Julieta replied with such venom, she swore the words bore right through her ears. “I… I’m not a witch!” She replied. Arms trembling as she embraced herself from the sudden chill creeping into her. Her breathing became erratic, trying to process everything.

“What rumors have reached your ears?” Mika's piercing blue eyes pinned me in place. “Oh, let me think.” His voice dripped with mockery. “How about the fact that you cursed an entire family because you were rejected by a lover? Or the fact that you turned countless people into toads with your witchcraft? And let's not forget the number of people you've inflicted with illness because they paid you to do it.” My jaw fell open. Like, actually open. Catherine Wells really was a witch. Not only that, she was a vile one at that.

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

Untouchable reputation. Except this wasn’t clean. This was leverage disguised as finance. This was control. Her fingers tapped lightly against the table, once, twice, three times. Then she smiled. Not because she was pleased. Because she understood. “They’re leading me,” she said quietly. And that—That made things fun. Cruz stood, grabbing her jacket, already moving. If Ivy and Sebastian thought they were setting the pace, they were about to find out just how wrong they were. Because Cruz didn’t follow trails. She rewrote them.

I forced a shaky smile on my face while my brain reminded me to be a nice evil witch. Evil was subjective in the witch community. I could raise the dead and snatch the soul or power from a being. It had pretty much been a given that I would be cast as the evil witch of the West Coast Coven. But truly, like humans, witches were neither inherently good nor evil. There were many other witches in the West Coast that could have a decent shot at my title—the wily little bitch that had cursed me for starters—but not a single one of them was going to get it. I’m the best Goddess-damned evil witch in the whole of the country and I’d love to see them come and take me down.

Third Point Of View: Once upon a time, there lived a wicked witch named Eve. Isis was the name of a wicked witch who was also referred to be a goddess. And there was a wicked witch who was also known as Queen, and her name was Medea. They all sprang from the same womb and woman, had the same mother, but no father. She produced them all by herself, using a few of her soul spirits.

This scent was not good. My violet eyes snap to the side only to see a figure appearing. A woman, a witch, a dark witch. "Who are you?" I tilt my head to the side to study her. Dark lacy clothes, covering nothing showing her private parts. Brown dark curls falling around her shoulders, red lips tinted her smirking mouth. Nasty. She elegantly walks over to me, Cylester stiffens on my shoulders, his nails sharp and jutted out ready to attack anyone who wishes me harm. "I am Wuna, a witch from Mericel coven." She says.

quest for help, he came across an old woman, the woman was living alone in a house big enough for at least a hundred people, but for her wickedness, every one living in the house had left one by one until it was only her that remained in the big house, she was a fat blind woman, during her popular days, she committed lots of crimes, and the king could not do anything about her, when it became clear to the Senate, they evacuated all that lived atoud her house, and she had a whole settlement to her self alone, the place was nicknamed; " the wicked point, and no matter the necessity, nobody went through the land, in fact a bridge was constructed because of her, to form an alternative road to a