Wicked Witch Novels & Stories

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

THE EARTH WITCH COVEN It was another day for the secret meeting of the earth witches. They needed to know the progress on the issue at hand, which Is how to defeat the black witch of the Ivory Coast. The only person that had put great fear in their tender hearts. The witches were seated and murmuring as usual. They were getting impatient already. Ella, the white witch of the Ivory Coast walked in with her daughter and Alora, her second in command. Everywhere became silent and the witches stood up to honor her.

Belinda is a white witch who lives with her twin sister Brenda in Terrick’s pack. Though she is a white witch but she’s not as powerful as Saphira. “ good day alpha, good day Luna Catrina” she greets them bowing down her head as a sign of respect. “ good day” Catrina is the one who responded to her greetings while Terrick went to make himself comfortable on one of the couches in his room. Belinda take hold of her hand to examine the burn “ I can fix it, it’s not that bad. Your hand will return back back to the way it use to be with no scars Luna” Belinda cast a spell on the wound on her hand, chanting some words which sound strange as it wasn’t English, just like it was gone and there is no

“She is the answer.” “What do you mean?” Damian felt uneasy upon hearing Evenora’s words. “This woman here is the first witch. She is the best of the best, the strongest, the one who has control over everything. Once before, us witches even have a land for ourselves, it was the land she had concurred and all humans respected us.” Damian was still unsettled and he knew it was because the woman in the painting had the same exact face as Belle. “But as beautiful as she is, she is also greedy,” responded Evenora. “She believed she has everything in control and she did. But she forgot that once she died, no one can exert the same control as she does.”

Victoria looked grey, like she was going to be sick. "What's wrong?" "I was wrong. They aren't after the twins. They took Ellen." "What do you mean? Who are they? "The Gideon Witches." "The what?" "The Gideon Witches are dark witches. They use death and sacrifices to become more powerful. They're taken, Ellen. I tried to track her, but I was not strong enough. Only you can find her. You have the strongest link to her." "Tell me what to do." Victoria started chanting in some creepy language. Before she could finish, Maddox, Damon, and Lucy burst through the door.

she said, not meeting the eyes of her mother. Mrs. France sighed and laid the plat of cookies on Lizzie’s bed. “I know you’re still hurt because of the way I am treating your best friends,” she started. “But I want you to know I am not the villain here. I am only following the great witch’s order.” “You have been saying that,” Lizzie said. “Who is the great witch and why do you have to follow her order?” “She is the most powerful witch that ever lived. She was one of the witches behind the creation of the werewolves and the vampires.”

Many of the herbs and roots I ordered are similar to those of the witches working in the house— the upper part of The Vibe club, where they have been staying since they were thrown out of their coven. Oh yes, witches. They are working alongside werewolves, which only implies they are up to something evil. Not all witches are bad, but the ones around here are soulless beings, like the Witch of the East -I could never remember her name. She likes torturing people. One time, she made the food appear and disappear, prolonging our hunger, causing people to pass out while she laughed with a horrendous cackling sound. The witches mask their true nature, making themselves exuberantly beautiful and

She would tug the strings, play the right pieces, and before they knew it, they would be dancing to the beat of her drum. This is only the beginning, she thought, her smile turning into something that would have made even Fiona herself cringe. And when that time comes, I will bring the wolves to heel. I will educate them on who the real power in this world is. I’m Mara Voss, and the witches will rise again to rule.

Ore muttered and a sigh showing her concern dropped from her lips "Why am I in trouble?" she asked looking at Ore "If the head maid is the witch, Prince Falkor a brutal Prince, then she's the entity called wickedness. She is known for her notorious way of making life harder for maids serving under her" Alexa explained and her heart skipped a beat "You say? She’s that wicked?" she asked again to confirm and they both nodded in unison "I think my troubles in the palace just started" she murmured before making a sad pout

she smiles. “Shrinking logs is complicated, but this…” I say, waving my slightly trembling hands around the hut, “... this isn’t complicated?” “I’m a Venusian Witch,” she says as if that ought to explain everything. I wait, too befuddled to make a smart comment. “It’s the one bit of my magic honed to perfection. I can turn any space beautiful, even when I’m at my weakest. It’s pretty much the only kind of magic I’m allowed to perform.”