Witch Camp Novels & Stories

“She’s insane.” “I prefer efficient,” I mutter. Tyson doesn’t react to the joke. His eyes are still locked on mine. Then, finally. “What did you see inside?” he asks. Now it’s not anger anymore. It’s strategy. I exhale slowly. “The camp is layered into three zones. Outer ring: warriors and patrols. Inner ring: training and ritual preparation, there are no children, only warriors” I pause again, this part matters. “Five witches stationed around it at all times. They rotate in shifts. They’re maintaining the concealment field continuously. They clearly have a leader.”

I started swimming, I didn't know my direction, but I kept swimming ahead, I couldn't see anymore as it suddenly became dark, I figured that it was late, I kept swimming without knowing my direction, when I reached the river bank, I swimmed out and I turned around meeting three men standing at the bank,my heart beat quickly and I started thinking if they were Alpha Rick's men and I didn't know them. They looked so gorgeous, I wondered where they came from. "Why are you trespassing on our pack lands?" The brown haired one asked,his deep voice booming and I shivered due to the fear. "I'm sorry, I'll just swim back." I said clutching my wet sling bag. I started to move but I stopped when I felt

Zayn growls as I stop him with my arm and shake my head. "A child who will fight against…a wyvern!" The audience cheered as a red color wyvern charged out once the gates opened. It has a steel collar around its neck and starts roaring, creating the crowd more excited. "Bring out the child!" I snapped my head at the other gate as it opened. Stepping out in rags was a little girl. Images of my previous life and Alice's flash in my mind. Seeing that little girl reminds us how our childhood wasn't as great as any other child's.

With her hands on her waist she asks, "and what color is it?" "Oh!" they both say together. "Yeah, she should have silver colored hair which explains the transformation." "So if I get you right, my hair is this color because I'm the Witch Supreme?" Sarah asks and they all nod. "What are you?" she asks Katrina. "A witch as well, Supreme." "And since I'm the Witch Supreme I'm the most powerful right?" she asks again and they nod again. Sarah goes silent and they all watch her, Jason and Lukas seem nervous because they don't know what her reaction to that would be.

"Well done, Dr. Green, for staying true to your principles!" "Then reward me properly tonight." … Rumors spread like wildfire. Within no time, the entire town was talking about Sadie's humiliation. The Shaw family elders were furious at the disgrace, and they locked her inside and beat her severely. My mother later told me that Sadie's father had not held back, and the cane left scars on her face that likely would not heal. Meanwhile, Quinn and I moved forward with our plans. I got into university in Brooksville to study literature, and Quinn was accepted into the same school to study computer science.

The sight brought a wicked smile to her face, as she knew that the pack was taking no chances in their quest for dominance. She watched as the witches worked tirelessly, their hands shaking with fear as they handled the silver, knowing that one wrong move could mean their death. The pack members were ruthless, with no mercy for anyone who stood in their way. As she walked through the camp, she saw the fear in the eyes of the captives and the determination in the eyes of the pack members.

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

It makes no sense to me why they still pursue a war. It’s no wonder they have come to the witches then to try and get a level playing field. Wolf on Vamp sways to our side more than theirs in every scenario, and even with our lesser population, we have been slaying them anytime they try to come at us. No match at all. Now they have witches in their midst though I have no idea what that will do or even means. I know very little about witches and magic, in fact, only what I have seen from Sierra and Colton and neither are purebreds. They lean heavily to wolf in daily life and only have their gifts as add ons rather than their sole being. I haven’t ever met any real pure witch before.

Each squad took a handful of witches with them, following the wolves in SUVs. Tonight, we’ll sleep under the stars. There are no tents, no sleeping bags, nothing, just the basic supplies of food, water, and clothes for the wolves. Kane and I agreed to keep up the charade for now. It’s been difficult enough for the wolves to accept the coven’s presence -- they’re not yet ready to hear their new queen is a witch-werewolf hybrid. I watch the scouts return, shifting to human form, and pulling on offered shorts or t-shirts. I try my best to hone in on their conversation with Kane, but their voices get lost in the noise around me.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.