Witch Camp Novels & Stories

DAMON Kelvin was a werewolf who ran a Casino in Landera—a town four hours away from Woodhidge. Kelvin used to be a vital piece in our ‘friendship trio'. While we were in school, we had done everything together and we were, without a doubt, the hottest boys in school as well as the strongest werewolves. We were so popular in school that the term ‘Damavin’ was coined by girls to refer to me, Mason and Kevin. We seemed inseparable.

My name is Stella Basile im twenty one. I once lived a normal life. A normal life for a witch that is. My family were part of a large coven in Maine. I loved it there, we all did. When I was sixteen, everything changed. My family calls it the event. I know cheesy right? It was definitley a life-changing event. One that dispersed everyone and our coven was no more. I mostly do not remember what happened and no one will talk about it.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER JEFF POV These past eight months have been grueling and the most challenging I’ve ever had to deal with. No vampire attacks had happened but for some reason wolves kept coming up missing. Not just from our pack either. It was happening to packs across the country. Rumors of some turning up weeks later, only to attack their own pack as a rabid. My Beta was searching high and low for a witch that would help us. The issue was no witch wanted to help. They all refused either out of fear of the Vampire King or the fear of using black magic and losing their powers all together. I sat at my desk as I contemplated what to do next. Suddenly my wolf Alec perked up and started runnin

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

Chapter 16: Double Trouble Kayleigh “All right, ladies! Listen up! My name is Vilma Wolfgang Medici. I am from the Blutschild Pack Germany, and a member of the Wolf Blood Council. On top of that, I also run the Council’s elite warriors, the Guardians. I’m honored to be this week’s trainer. We only have four days together, so we will soak up as much learning and training as we can. Welcome to the Week of the She-wolves.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I gape to my side and land my eyes on the owner of the voice with the German accent.

-- Under the cover of darkness, Daisy and I accompanied the professional mercenaries, including Grandma Willow, to the fifth and final suspicious camp on Nightspire’s western border. At each camp, we knocked down most werewolves with potent wolfsbane that could render them weak for a week. That should be enough time for them to stay unmoving until after the banquet. We started with ten mercenaries in our group. But since we left one or two mercenaries behind to deal with securing groups from Grandma Willow’s expense, our number reduced greatly by the time we reached the last camp. There were only five mercenaries remained, including Grandma Willow during our infiltration to the fifth camp.

A new sound cuts the night—a massive transport helicopter rising from behind the lodge, Savannah visible in the open bay door, holding a small, wriggling form wrapped in a suppression blanket. My heart stops. No, a decoy? How… Savannah’s voice broadcasts across the battlefield, cold and triumphant. “Tick tock, wolves. Hand over the real heir, or I burn the bunkers with everyone inside.” My stomach drops. Protect the bunkers! I snarl. Keep her away from the pups now! Garrick’s warriors move like one organism, forming a wall between the chopper and the lodge. Maddox and Ryker stumble in from the east, bloodied but still swinging.

They are not completely a werewolf either. "They are the child of a werewolf and a witch." The blonde whispered, eyes widening in surprise. "And not just any werewolf and witch - an Alpha male and a covenant leader." Dagmar leaned back in her seat, studying the young she-wolf. "So, where did you hear about them from?"

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”