Wimp Witch Novels & Stories

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

This made him feel confused because he thought that witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire were very rarely willing to meet or even have contact with the old witch woman because Witch Una seemed too eccentric to them. The Witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire, don't really like the inhabitants of the Beast Empire. Witch Una who could be close friends with the residents and even the werebeast elders of the Beast Empire was too different for them. Witch Una only recognizes the good qualities of everyone she meets or becomes her friend regardless of their race. This made her disliked by the witches of the Namian Empire. Hilena's desire to be able to meet Witch Una

Old Shit Witch sighed, shaking her head. “Right, cause I’m going to buy that. Where are the red heels that will take me home if you’re supposed to be Glinda the Good Witch of the North? And if you’re the Good Witch, were those playing cards your henchmen? Cause if they are fuck you. Shit Witch didn’t have anyone stab my dick.” I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet.

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

I said. The drenched werewolf looked at me as if she was noticing me for the first time. “Who’s the bitch?” she asked casually and jerked a thumb at me. “She is here to call dibs on the Alphas,” Vane mocked. “And her name is Witch and she is a witch.” “Wait, didn’t you wipe out all the witches in Silver Crest when you were an Alpha?” the drenched girl asked Vane. Then it all began to click into place.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

All the while, I’m hating myself, but if I’m going to get out of here, I need to capture my captor. Witches are basically humans with magic. They can’t heal the way wolves can, which makes them weak physically. She is wrapped up in lust, perfect, as she throws her head back I wrap the chains around her neck twice and squeeze. “Austin! What are you doing?!” She gags. “Who are you?!” I whisper menacingly and squeeze tighter.

Everyone leaned in. “Yeah…” I furrowed my brow. “I’ve never seen that one before.” She nodded. “That’s because that is one that the witchling made for Vince. This line.” She traced her finger over it. “This is how she is rerouting the power. Then she redirects to Vince.” She shook her head. “Disgusting.” She turned to me. “You are going to remove all these tonight?” She sighed and then turned on Rick. “This one will be the most difficult.” She sighed. “It has done a lot of damage, and his wolf is weak.”

'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture. Wamlisia was an elemental witch, one of the two strongest witches to be ever born. She could control almost all known elements and she was also the one who wrote the book of prophecies. The book that now I retained and the world has been looking for it. How my mother came to possess it was something beyond me.