Witch Circles Novels & Stories

I felt a new wave of power course through my body and I could feel all the vibrations of the sextuplet Alphas. “This is our birthday gift to you, Zara,” Aunt Aira said while smiling. “This wheel contains our spirit energies combined together to heal you instantly if you are ever attacked with Wolfsbane. The 18 spokes represent the number of times you can survive a Wolfsbane attack,” she added. “Plus 18 represents this virgin sucker’s waiting period too,” Dy laughed and Jax flicked his forehead making Dy glare at his brother and soon enough the two were fighting again with each other clubbed with embarrassing name calling.

Callan POV “So what is it?” Micha asked as he stood looking down at the spiral Graham and his team had discovered yesterday. “It’s a fairy circle,” Rosie answered. Rosie was someone we worked with occasionally but also a good friend of ours, plus she was a witch who had an extensive knowledge of all things supernatural. She walked back and forth looking at the stones, her long blonde hair was pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun, tendrils ran down and blew gently in the breeze, and her skirt and blouse looked crinkled from a full day of sitting down in the office.

This is very unusual to happen to her. "Don't worry, I mean no harm to you. Just so you know young witches like you should get protection from all the adult witches, so you're safe with me." Madea was trying to impart general knowledge about the witches circle to the young woman in front of her. “Oh, really?” "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can come with me to register at the Witches guild." Madea tried to be as friendly as possible to Wilma, who she thought was more innocent and ignorant than the little girls in the witches' village.

But uncertainty shadows my heart. The moon goddess smiles gently. Her light washes over me, granting clarity. I see myself now - she-wolf and witch, bound by the old magic that flows through Earth's veins. I rise, opening my eyes. The candlelight glows soft and welcoming now. Faces smile, hands extend in greeting. I step into the circle, taking my place among witches, she-wolves and all the restless souls in between. The old magic rises within me - steady, sure and free.

ATLAS Enzo continues, "The Coven of Crescent Moon is a highly secretive and powerful group of witches. They are known for their exceptional abilities in elemental magic and divination. They keep a low profile and rarely interact with other supernatural beings." My brows furrow in confusion. "Why would he be associated with Amelia?" I question, trying to connect the dots. The Midnight Crescent pack hates witches, Amelia will not have been opportune to mingle with one. I look at the picture of the man on the phone, I don't recognize him.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

The witches from the Council and the Crescent Moon Pack had also raided the cabin but couldn't find any lead. They had performed a spell in an attempt to look through Hilda's memories, the French quarter witch who had found Jasmine at the cabin. She and the dead witches belonged to the French Quarter coven of witches and they were following a lead to find Jasmine. It led them to the cabin at the Greengrove but unfortunately, they were attacked and outnumbered by rogues, and witches bearing the pyramid symbol. The same symbol that was imprinted on the ranking officials of the Council right before they died. I just found out all of these were connected, especially to the prophecy and Cirilla w

Spanning hundreds of years and many continents, the war finally ended when the coven turned on themselves. Witches that controlled the magic of air believed that they were the key to winning the war, as did the witches that controlled the magic of earth, fire, water, and spirit. Instead of fighting with the beings that threatened their coven, they began to fight with themselves. Air Witches formed the Sisters of Wisdom. Earth Witches formed the Willow Circle. Fire Witches formed the Coven of the Fire Sisters. Water Witches formed the Coven of the Lunar Star. The Spirit Witches failed to form a coven and dispersed among the humans and went into hiding.