Wicked Witches Novels & Stories

The rogue laughed menacingly as three women emerged from the shadows, each donning black hooded coats. "River of the IronClaw pack and Gonzalo of the moonstone pack!" One of the witches called out with a domineering voice as she pointed at the couple. When they glanced at each other with confusion, the witch continued. "For killing our sisters and attacking the chosen Alpha of the IronClaw pack, we sentence you... to Death!" On hearing those words, River felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Something was off. The magic she felt from these women was dark. Darker than any she'd encountered before.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

NICKLAUS'S POV But the witches stood strong, their collective energy merging into a radiant shield of light. The brilliance of their magic intensified, blinding in its beauty, as they pushed back against the darkness. A surge of power rippled through the air, and the monstrous entity began to fade, its form dissolving into nothingness until it was no more than a memory. Relief washed over the crowd, followed by a wave of applause and admiration for the witches' power and unwavering resolve. The bonfire crackled, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper tales of triumph over darkness.

"I don't know. I swear, I don't know. She just selected thirty-two High Witches and sent us here to get the babies. That's it. We were'nt told what they were for." I inhale a cold breath... High Witches... If I remember Witch hierarchy correctly... it's the Fledgling Witch as the weakest, then Novice, then Adept, and then the High Witch in terms of power. And there were thirty-two of them... The fact that Robert was even able to survive is a testament to the prowess of Amadeus wolves. It's clear we won't be getting anything more from her. The well of information has run dry. Dominicus stalks toward her with predatory grace. Her eyes widen as he comes closer. She can see death in his eyes. “N

Morgana said with a sheepish smile as she saw Marcus and Anberine staring at her blankly the moment she said the first part about Light Dwellers. “Shame we can’t find a way to kick him out of power, he’s keeping us on a leash by having our families in the Dark Realm. Country, Realm or whatever they like to call it. It’s a prison for us that his ancestor enchanted to keep us trapped” Morgana commented bitterly. “Well it’s going to be his mistake for underestimating us” Helga grinned before frowning and sighed heavily at how powerless things seemed.

“You wish.” “Then what?” Marcus pushed away from the window. “A silent one.” Ivy narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does when the person doing it already owns pieces of your company.” Sebastian’s gaze sharpened instantly. “Someone inside Blackwood Global.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” The room fell quiet. Because that meant something terrifying. The war wasn’t Ivy versus Sebastian. It was bigger. Much bigger. “Who?” Ivy asked. Marcus shook his head slowly.

“Or I'm going to forget my allegiance to your species and rip you three apart limb from limb.” Adolphus was not bluffing. His fangs were out and so were his claws. His dark hair stood on end at the nape of his neck. “We'll give you one last warning. Hand the girl over right now or face the wrath of the goddess.” The three wise witches warned. The two evil witches let out an evil cackle as they readied themselves. They adjusted their gait, battle ready as their palms glowed with purple light. “Bring it on” the both spat.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

The night air whipped past as we raced toward my pack’s territory. When we arrived, the scene was worse than I’d imagined. Several witches stood in a circle, chanting dark spells, their voices cold and sharp. Around them, wolves writhed on the ground, snarling in pain, caught in the witches’ cruel magic. A shimmering barrier surrounded the witches, glowing with a sinister energy. No one could get close. Sebastian didn’t hesitate. He and Victor charged toward the witches further back creating the barrier.

Aira’s POV “You guys are wicked !!” Danielle chuckled through our temporary group mindlink as he watched the eight witch fall into our trap and join the party to H E L L with her other seven friends. I am sure that they would have a pool party in burning oil and loads of fun with whips and forks. Haha. They deserved it. “Oh you haven’t seen ‘Wicked’ yet, dud,” Jax chuckled as everyone hid back in the shadows. “Ninth incoming in ten,” Danielle signaled.