Wicked Witches Novels & Stories

His lips… argghhh I don’t want to lust over those glossy and crimson pouty lips! I badly need to confess and beg for the lord's guidance. I think I am enchanted by evil spirits. A spirit that could make me tremble, pissed off, and thrilled.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

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."

"I think she's the key to the Vorrak. Without her spells, he can't hold his form for long." Zordon nodded. "You won't go alone." "I wasn't planning to." I looked down at my belly and smiled softly. "None of us are alone." The commanders dispersed, orders flying like arrows. The witches began forming a ritual circle. The magic in the air thickened, burning like ozone. And then— The wind changed. Screams erupted from the treeline. Shadows lunged out, fast and furious—wolves with red eyes and twisted forms, corrupted by whatever darkness Dexter and Xavier had been brewing.

Warlocks often survived but Maries husband Johnas took her place as an accused to save her and their unborn child. The church had a brainwashed fiend Jerimah, He was motivated by rage and bitterness for reasons she did not understand. He was giddily hunting for witches. Aiming to wipe them all out including the bloodline of the first witch. The one and only Owens blood line. It was rumoured that Maries Grand Mother Marry-Ann Owens was so powerful she put a generational spell on the Owens women to only seek the strongest male to help their bloodline for ever growing in strength. For she wrote that a great evil would come and wipe out the Owen’s women if they were not strong enough.

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…'

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