Witch Books Fiction Novels & Stories

I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy. I've done my research about red hair but the only clue I have is that I was born as a witch. A red witch, a powerful being in the world. In the books, it had informed me that witches had become extinct for hundreds of years and that a red witch is just a myth. There are still unanswered questions and it's giving me a headache. I should find clues inside the estate since it has a large library. I'm sure I can find other answers in there.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

What can I say, I have always rooted for the underdogs, and people rebellious enough to challenge the damning status quo? The air swirled around the victor, encasing him in a form of prison, the water formed a barricade between him and the other one, and the ball of flame engulfed his three-edged fork and claws, slowing the descent, but it was not of the fiery kind, like that of the colour of the sun, but a blue flame which depicted my kind of witch. I figured my actions would give the creature surrendering a moment to rethink his decision and perhaps run. But that didn't happen.

I found it burdensome, overwhelming, and intimidating. The position of Verso Witch was so much more my style. I knew about magic and healing. I’d been raised around the healing aspect all of my life and I took to the magical side of things like a fish to water, despite the vampire obstruction. I was still adjusting to being a vampire as well as learning how to use my magic to its fullest. I didn’t want to stop my lessons. My exposure to Sybil’s mutant-vampire world was minimal, and even less to Charles’s vampires. How could I rule kingdoms I knew nothing about and even despised? Surely there were others better suited for the positions.

I felt defeated and exhausted and could think of no better alternative, so I agreed. The witch lived high into the north mountains, away from civilization and the threat of the nuclear induced plagues of the planet. This included The New World Order, which she considered the worst plague of all. It took longer than it should have for us to reach her place because I had to stop often to rejuvenate my depleted energy. I managed to magically manifest a simple shelter for the two nights we were traveling and Abigail was good enough to hunt for us so that I could have fresh blood to help keep up my strength. We found that when I had a surge of exhaustion, the blood of a deer or a fox would

They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice. She had made wings. Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And I was the only one who knew what she truly was. A witch. The word settled in my chest like a stone. Not heavy. Not cold. Just... true. Everything clicked into place. The ice. The scars. The binding. The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me.

That’s when she figured that Isabella wasn’t from here. “You must be from another time period.“ “What do you mean?” “The thing you messed with wasn’t an hourglass. It was a witching glass.” “A witching what?” “The thing you called an hourglass. I read about it in my mothers’ books. It's an hourglass that’s been enchanted to control time. This item allows a person to travel between the past, the present, and the future.” “So, am I in the past?” “Yes.” “What year is it?”

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min

Her eyes widened as she placed a hand underneath the book, catching it before it could hit the ground. Witches were like fiction in the world of wolves. Never existing but there. Like whispers of the night, to stop kids from wandering into the mountains too far. It worked because even those who were kids before now told their children the same stories they failed to believe. No one believed the stories but they loved it. It was particularly interesting. She bit her lips slightly as she dropped the other books and picked only the 'Diary of the witches' to read.

, I state. The witch looks up at me, feeling slightly uncomfortable as I feel her look through my mind. Not long after, it pushed her out. She glares at me, which releases in me, shrugging my shoulders; she lets out a sigh before disappearing. Scanning the room, I noticed something moving, so I headed towards it; it’s a baby rosy boa, they’re one of the few viviparous, so they give birth and not lay eggs. Gently petting its head as I walk back to the seat, the baby boa curls up around my neck to get the heat that’s coming from my body; the witch comes back with two books. Raising an eyebrow, she passes the books over and then starts explaining. “The first book is about Reda Bahar Phoenix lik