Wimp Witch Novels & Stories

She busts out of the rope and rises to her feet. “Who told you could kill him? This body loves him.” “Master!!” The witch screams. I look over to see his hand on the ground, a clean cut. “Kill her.” “What about the plan?” “I don’t care about the plan; kill her now!” I grunt, unable to move as the witch turns to her. “You’ll pay for harming my master.” “And who’s going to make me pay. You?” Elina asks, amused. “Yes!!” She shouts before a strong gush of wind rush through the room, stirring everything. Her eyes turn black as she throws a spell across the room that Elina quickly neutralizes with the swipe of her hand. The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens.

Maybe I deserve the punishment. Just then, the witch appeared, as if she had been summoned just by my thinking of her. Her cackles filled the air when she saw my writhing body on the ground, my face scrunched up in intense pain. Rebecca Crosgrove. The witch who placed this soul aching chrse on me. “Well, well, if it isn’t the most powerful alpha lying in the dirt.” She grinned as if the situation amused her, her eyes glinting with wicked delight.

“ You underestimate me little witch and so did your mother that is why she ended up the way she did powerless and weak and you dare Alice will end up exactly the same way ,your thoughts where I would sit and let you come to me without out properly planning my victory you silly little thing your mother’s weakness was kindness a little sob story a few tears and she came running to her death the apple after all dies not fall from the tree and here you are right where I want you white witch (amacara) you shall die after which I shall control the white realm and soon all the realms fire surrounded her as she walked towards Alice lifting her hands she sermon her demons at Alice dodged using her po

My eyes locked with his and I couldn't utter a word. 'Don't sit with me, sit somewhere else!' I wanted to say to him but I couldn't, I have a bad habit of getting my tongue stuck whenever he's around me. Thankfully, he didn't wait for my reply before he draws the chair back, making himself comfortable while he kept me locked under his spell. All eyes were fixed on me; some were staring with curiosity, probably wondering why the demigod in front of me would sit with me, while the overdressed witch wouldn't stop staring daggers at me.

But before she gets the chance to respond, the witch suddenly slides her finger along the trigger, cocking her wrist so it’s angled towards all three of my allies. “You took too long,” the witch says impassively. A slow, sadistic smile spreads along her face. “Wait, please, we’ll–” Gamma Everly begins. “Oh, shut up,” the witch snarls. She pulls the trigger of the spray bottle, and a fine silver mist settles over Gamma Everly, Alpha Leo, and Wilson.

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

“Yeah, look, Your Highness, I admit I did see Lady Williams buy somethin’ from a witch, and I did tell my friends about it, but it wasn’t poison and I never said it was! That detail must have gotten changed somewhere along the grapevine.” I watch Morris’ face. He’s nervous. But he’s not lying. “Fine. Tell me what you saw.” “Well, I saw Lady Williams coming out of a witch’s cabin in Chinsin with a little bag of somethin’, and I thought it might be useful to know what such a fine lady was doing slummin’ it with witches in Chinsin, so I went to visit the witch right after, and I asked her what Lady Williams bought, but apparently the lady paid the witch enough to buy her silence, too, but you k

" Are you kidding me?" " Nope. " " Why was he acting weird?" " I seriously don't have an idea either." " But..." She narrowed her eyes at me and I stared at her warily. " You are forgetting something." I scrunched up my brows,."oh, really? What's that?" " His handsomeness .That should count for something." I shook my head at her unseriousness. " You don't say..." She grinned at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. " I do. So, what are your plans for the party coming up at weekend?" She inquired and I stared at her in mock anger.