Wimp Witch Novels & Stories

Letting go of Adira’s hand, I say to her in our link, “You get Alpha Zane, and I will distract the witch.” Gently, I began to push the door open and peeked inside to see Alpha Zane pinned to a wall, with nothing holding him to it with his feet off the ground. A wolf laid on the floor next to him, motionless, and the witch seemed to be packing what looked like books into a box. Adira slid past me and moved behind a table as I stepped in further, clearing my throat now to get the witch’s attention. Turning to me, the witch showed a look of disgust on her face as she says, “Not another Alpha.” As she raised her hands into the air.

Only a great witch or wizard could get it right, and finding a witch or wizard these days is quite difficult as well. She mentioned Elaine as the name of the witch that gave her the potions. If I’m not mistaken, I think she is referring to the great white witch, Elaine Mondrian. She is from a long line of wishes and to the best of my knowledge, they have never used their powers to harm anyone. She is one of the pitches I sought out in the forest close to the king's courtyard, but I couldn’t find anyone of them there. Instead, I met with an impostor who made me poison my own people. But why is she helping these clowns to hurt the chosen one, why did they even leave their last location, have e

“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

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

She slowly put the cardboard under the table, It was against her and the werewolves. She had no idea who would come out victorious, but she won’t let anyone hurt her or her people. She was Clarissa, the Ivory witch for a reason.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

As she looked at the people in front of her, she knew immediately what was happening, especially when Achim muttered a word. "Witches..." The woman smirked, clearly pleased. "Good for you to know. Now, go to sleep," she said, snapping her fingers. To her horror, Achim slumped to the floor, unconscious. Raven screamed and desperately tried to reach for him, but she couldn't move. The woman turned to face her with a wicked smile. "You, on the other hand, will come with us," the woman said, snapping her fingers again. Before she could react, Raven found herself collapsing on the floor, her vision going blurry. The two other witches moved toward her, and she tried to fight them off, but her stre

I recognized her immediately, every werewolf knows and fears her, Christella fidoria the most powerful witch ever known to wolf kind, I began to panic. “Wh…what do you want to do to me?” I asked terrified, Alpha Zyn just smiled and moved to far end of the room, he sat on the chair over there and just watched with an intrigued look on his face. “Etlin esta merroy.” The witch said with her hand stretched towards me as she moved closer and closer to me. I felt myself starting to get weaker and weaker, my head feels heavy and painful.

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

It's slavering jaws hung open and its razor-sharp teeth were bared, as it advanced towards her with its blood-red eyes, ablaze with undisguised hunger. It occurred to Merlin that werewolves didn't normally have red eyes, something was wrong with these werewolves and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. The werewolves were not rogues, they were under a powerful spell and instinctively, she knew that only another witch could cast such a spell. The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet.