Witch Books Fiction Novels & Stories

*Flashback* I stand to the side and watch as the witch sniffs the air and calls Desirey an imposter. The pure joy my dragon and I feel as she makes her drop to her knees. Then she does something strange, she walks up, slips a glove off and touches a finger to Desirey’s forehead. The witch’s head snaps back and her eyes glow even whiter than normal. It’s only a split second but I watch as she removes her hand, says something in her ancient tongue and I see them all blink before she slips that glove on and walks away with Bjorn chasing her like a love sick puppy.

Jackson replied and walked away, leaving Lucia on her own. She watched as he left and tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of her mother. No matter what everyone else thought, her mother always stuck around for her. She missed her at this crucial point in her life and she missed her more for the bedtime stories she often told her. Her mother never hid the fact that she was a witch and she often told her stories about witches, both good and bad ones. She recollected her best story and tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined her mother sitting on her bed with her and telling her the story.

Stella’s POV We run towards the edge of town towards the fire. I see my rune symbols and stop. I know they were unable to get past them. Then I see them. Four witches and a Warlock walk towards us. One of the witches says a spell to extinguish the fire. The smoke starts to disappear into the air.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

She finally suggested, jumping off my arms as she runs to her books closet to pull out a book. “ Will that make you happy?” my cheek beams as she drops the book on my lap. Fall in love with a witch “ Fall in love with a witch?” I read it out and stare curiously at her. “ Yeah, I love the book. A werewolf and a witch became lovers and the gave birth to an hydride.” She narrates the story to me. “ Why do you want to read it again?” I study her for a second. “ Because it’s one of my favorites and it’s a rare situation that a werewolf and a witch are in love.” She smiles, it’s so blissful.

"Nah! No third option, Riri," Beatrix gulped. The title of the second book was 'The troublesome flowers'. It may seem like an interesting book about beautiful ladies and romance but really it's not. It was a horror story. Half a page of this book that she glanced at last year made her have sleepless nights. This book served the purpose of building the heart's strength and courage. A wizard or witch from time to time would go on missions. None of them was a stroll in the park. If one was not valiant, he/she wouldn't be able to do so. But she was still a babe. How can he read this sort of book to her? Is he truly her brother?

when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.