Wicked Witches Novels & Stories

Gunnar, Bianca, the guards, and the warriors all shifted into their wolves and ran into the crowd of witches. Helios, Hermes, Nyx, Eris, and Sabnac ran with the wolves and used their magic on the witches. Some of the witches froze when they realized they were fighting gods and goddesses. They knew their magic wouldn't be able to defeat them.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

thought Stella. The evil witches is not like the regular witches. The regular witches are hideous looking, green face, or pasty looking. The evil witches have flawless skin. They have no warts, they have no flaws, and they have no issues with their pretty face. They are beautiful women. They are perfect in every aspects. The evil witches have long black hair with grey eyes. They have pale and white skin. They are gorgeous looking and have natural seductiveness. They have a slender and sexy body that is undeniably attractive. No men could resist them once they sleep with them. That is the evil witches story.

There is no fear on her face. "Girl, you don't know anything about me, I told you, I have the power of more than fifty packs of rogues under me. Did you hear me?” Wolf Alpha laughed. “I heard you, I know everything about your fifty rogues pack. But as I said, you don’t know Crysler Dark. He already has defeated all of them, and he is now the Alpha of all of those packs with not rogue wolves, but his warriors. An army of his wolves." Lucy said. A peaceful smile came upon her face. AND all the blood drained from Wolf Alpha’s face. It seemed as if Lucy dropped a bomb over his head.

Since the situation had finalized, it was not good to drive Coco away. Ivanka hoped Rosie could be extra cautious with her. “As I mentioned earlier, I’m not smoking without fire by saying Coco is different in the way she does things compared to others. I’ve investigated her and realized that she belongs to the witchery tribe. The witches are good at using poisonous worms to their advantage… Even newborns have to be immersed in a jar filled with poisonous snakes and scorpions for three days and three nights.”

The witches' presence was palpable. Reaching the summit, they found themselves in an eerie glen bathed in an unnatural, pulsating light. The witches, cloaked in black form fitting outfits, emerged from the darkness. Their eyes glowed with malevolence as they chanted incantations that sent shivers down their spines. The air was charged with tension as they cautiously advanced through the dense foliage, their weapons at the ready. Kollie moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her eyes fixed on the magical women and men ahead.

I pondered the terrifying prospect of these witches waging war, their hidden fury sparing no creature from a merciless end. There I was, a monstrous fish, undulating through a sickeningly buttery broth. What a twisted turn of fate! Abruptly, the sound of heavy boots thundered above, striking the wooden planks in earnest. The witches rose, a harmful interest sparked within their eyes, sensing an intruder in their lair of nightmares.

The once vibrant and lush herbs that adorned the landscape were instantly consumed by the fiery inferno, reduced to nothing more than a hauntingly beautiful pile of smouldering ashes. The air crackled with an otherworldly intensity as the energy dissipated, leaving behind a solemn reminder of the sheer force that had just been unleashed. As the clock struck midnight, the witches, with their keen senses, detected Keira's presence amidst the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie intensity as they focused their collective power, ready to unleash a torrent of spells and hexes upon her. The air crackled with anticipation as the witches prepared to launch their relentless assault, determined t

A frown creased my brow as I observed the woman with multiple heads. "Who are you?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow while keeping my hands behind my back. "We are the Three Witches of the East," the woman replied, her voice resonating from the combined heads. "So, the three witches are merely a single lady with three unnaturally grown heads?" I quipped skeptically. Suddenly, the witch swiftly turned around, and to my utmost astonishment, the three heads detached from her body, revealing three separate ladies, each with a body corresponding to her respective head.

They weren’t going to let these witches leave here. “Ha, you are no match for me. Not now your fake Queen is mine to control.” Fiona cackles out, her eyes looking possessed as she starts to say words that I can not understand. As Flint, Fern and the remaining rebels witches join in on her spell, an eery wind picks up causing a fog to rise around their feet. Screams fill the field where the rebel wolves had been knocked out but were now gaining consciousness. They tossed around on the ground holding their ears and shouting….begging for it to stop. For what to stop?