Novel & Cerita Witch Books Fiction

If it’s only for Alphas, won’t Chris get in trouble for letting his little sister get hold of it? I shrug and I skim through the pages, trying to find something interesting before trying to read about the werewolf caste system, just like what father said. Everything about the book is foreign to me. Goddesses, werewolves, vampires, phoenixes, foxes, fairies, and sirens? Oh, and before I forget, there’s mention of witches in the book as well. Did my life suddenly become a storybook? My eyes stop at a familiar word written in the chapter: Stars.

And in a small village in Runalia where only humans lived, the night came around again. Breeze wind playfully blew over the trees and the golden Moon shone upon the dark bringing the shadow to the people and her surroundings into a terrifying figure in the little girl's eyes. The moon was wide, she could never understand why it only appeared when the sky turned dark or why it always followed her even though it didn't move.

"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.

"A truth you have been hiding from. A truth about your nature, your power, your destiny." "But I don't know what truth that would be," I said helplessly. "I have accepted that I am a witch. That I have my mother's blood magic abilities. That I died and came back. What truth am I missing?" Beatrice stood and moved to one of the bookshelves. She ran her fingers along the books until she found what she was looking for, a slim volume bound in white leather. The same book I had tried to read before, the one with blank pages.

“I killed Markees, but I could never hurt you, Ken. You know that.” And he did even when they weren’t connected in this sick way he knew Salina held a soft spot for him. Now alone in the hell house left to deal with all the memories of the past, he grabbed the last book to look through and sat on the chair. The writing looked ancient, but from the pictures it showed a woman that seemed to be able to turn monsters back into humans, but then as he turned the page and looked again some the monsters she turned became dust. A witch who could turn vampires back into humans was the theory in his mind as he closed the book gently, holding it close to him for safe travel.

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication. Hunter passed the book to Ulric, and Clarence watched over his shoulder as he flipped through the pages. “This is a witch's grimoire,” Ulric remarked. “Not a witch,” said Hunter. “William Winters fancied himself more of an alchemist. I guess that's how he justified sending all those other people to their deaths.” “But I thought the hunters hated anything supernatural,” Bella said, confused. “Why would one of their forefathers have an entire book about magic?”

That he’d been lying. Aria pulled every book she could find on witches down from the shelves, stacking them around her chair until she was half barricaded in by old leather tomes. She flipped through page after page, scanning faded ink and brittle parchment. Most of it she already knew, the stories she had read before. That the six original witches had created the other supernatural races, wolves, vampires, fae, demons. That those creations eventually turned on them, wiping them out and slaughtering their direct lines.

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”