Wicked Witches Novels & Stories

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.

After much consideration, Jasper exhaled deeply and stood up . "Take me to them" he grunted and Ethan nodded and led the way. * The witches, known as the special supernatural beings, stood in the big hall with their Queen in front of them. They were known as sisters of the moon, and were usually dressed in a black garment with it's hoodie over their heads. Just eleven of them were present there at Jasper's pack, with their Queen - Liquorose - in front of them. And her assistant - Nika - beside her.

The witches. It was only a theory, a gnawing suspicion that had been creeping into my thoughts lately. Strange things had been happening in the pack. Wolves had started acting strangely—aggressive, paranoid, and in some cases, they had gone missing altogether. Damian blaming Elijah for everything, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. The witches were known for their ability to twist reality, to manipulate emotions and cause fractures where there had once been unity. If they were involved, if they were behind this growing chaos, then I needed to figure it out. Fast.

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

For the first time in years, the small council of Silent Ridge peak has once again has come together, as the recent incident has incited another grave concern for everyone living there. All of them gathered a few meters from where the supposed victim was resting, wanting to see for themselves the severity of the situation they were facing. Included among the older congregation were the young Lucas and Duncan, standing as representatives of their respective packs. “It’s witchcraft. She is the same as her aunt!” A mustached elder hissed, eyes widening after having seen the female’s state.

After reading a few pages on the affects this lifestyle had on men, and the tactics used to infiltrate the packs, the text on the wolves ended. She turned the page again to find text on three witch sisters. Witches also piqued her interest, so she read on. The passage began with the introduction of three witches with different talents. The first witch was the eldest sister and specialized in weather charms. She would often be called upon by the king to cast a blizzard or thunderstorm to delay the enemy army or even destroy it.

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

* * * * * * * * SIERRA "Alright, who told him?" I demanded. The girls in the dressing room, who had been rushing to finish their makeup and slipping on their outfits, all turned to me. I wagged my fingers at them. "Who told the Mafia guy that they were so jealous of the Vixens?" An arm wrapped around my shoulders. "Uh oh." Lilith, whose real name was Betty, sighed. "Who pissed off Odette over here?" I gave her a playful push. Apparently, they would never stop teasing me about ballet.

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.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.