Witch Camp Novels & Stories

Lucien’s POV My hands shook as I walked up the driveway to Sam. I could see her waiting for me on the porch and it made me nervous. Me. Lucien Blackwood. Alpha of the Blackwood pack. Nothing ever made me nervous. Nothing except that small witch that carried my child. She was everything to me, everything to us.

"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.

one person. This conversion camp happens twice a year for five months each. I've done this for a year now and supposedly "converted" two gay people which, obviously, isn't true. They're going away out of town anyway, so nobody will know that they didn't actually turn straight. Anyone who doesn't "convert" spends another five months here with the next batch. That will definitely happen to Mr. Drama Queen over here. I'll still get paid for my work, but it won't be as much as when I "convert" someone.

Alpha Prince Saint It takes us just under four hours to get to the next camp, the atmosphere had relaxed among the witches. I think seeing the state of the poor girl made them realise they were lucky. Amphion kept point as we made our way through the forest towards the next camp. It was a larger camp, more wolves in their fur patrolling the area. We left the witches about two miles out to rest and get food. If I am completely honest, I felt like my Beta needed some time away from distraction that is clearly irritating him.

Once they make it to the camp, they make short work of the enemy warriors as they are all low-ranked werewolves and didn’t really put up much of a fight, most of them were knocked out, gagged and then tied together up in a tree. Charles then moves his team on, again he climbs a tree and moves along with his team from tree to tree until he comes across the first slave camps. Alpha Zachariah had informed him that there would be more than one camp within his target location and that some of his warriors may just find their mates within the camps and villages that he raided over the coming hours. Charles didn’t really plan to use either of the guns he had brought with him as there was no way to

“What happened to you? You seem different.” “I don’t want to alarm you, but Caleb and I were ambushed while we were training earlier this morning. There were six rogue wolves who attacked us and one snuck up behind me and bit me. I’ve spent most of the day at the compound being seen by the Salutaries. They said that I’m the first witch to ever have lived through a wolf bite and that I’m transitioning into a Hybrid.” Leah knew that there was no easy way of telling her mom, so she decided to just pack it all out in one go.

"By the way, what is your name? I’m Vanessa Davis.” “I’m Colton Hayes.” he tipped his hat at me and then faced the road again. The road is bad, like truly a tragedy. I see why the rental woman looked at me funny when I told her where I was headed. “And dusty creek is a lovely town, new york is overrun by vampires, witches, and werewolves who have forgotten what makes them wolves. Packs are a safe space, a core foundation of what brought us here.” “Yes, and I’m sure the history textbooks have that to remind us. But we should be evolving.”

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: Amara discovered her late mother had hidden a secret: their bloodline is tied to Mami Nta, the River Witch—a being bound by an ancestral pact. In Chapter 3 ("Voices from the Water"), Amara heard whispers and had a vision of the past during a forbidden visit to the river. Something is awakening—and it’s The Pact and the Price The village square was abuzz with drums

"Sarah Thompson." Beth gasped. "Not Sarah Campbell?" Rosemary shook her head. "No, Thompson. Why?" But Jake was looking at Rosemary with recognition now too. "Wait, I remember my grandmother telling me about a Campbell she-wolf who disappeared twenty years ago. She was pregnant and her family thought she was killed by rogues." Beth nodded eagerly. "Sarah Campbell was the most powerful witch in our region. If she had a daughter and suppressed that daughter's abilities..." "Then I would be half witch, half werewolf," Rosemary finished quietly.

"I can’t wait." "That’s my girl," Liv said with a grin I could hear through the phone. "Now go pack. I’ll see you bright and early." We ended the call, and I sat there for a moment, phone still in hand, feeling a strange mix of nerves and anticipation. The idea of going back to Vermont stirred up a lot of memories—some good, some painful especially because it was in Vermont that I’d accepted this wife swap deal, not knowing that it would be one of the last times I’d see my sister again. But with Liv by my side, it felt a little less daunting. It felt like, maybe, I wasn’t facing all of this completely alone.