Witch Fiction Novels & Stories

"Wouldn't he? His family was killed by vampires. He has every reason to want this war to continue." "He wants us to survive, not escalate things." But doubt crawled beneath her skin. Rowan had been so angry when he found out about the bond—he had called her foolish for following it. Guilt and unease twisted in her gut. What if he'd decided to take matters into his own hands? Before Lucien could respond, his phone buzzed. He read the message and cursed quietly. "What?" "Another body. This time in neutral territory. A witch." The palace library was silent when they arrived at the second crime scene. The witch—a woman Sera vaguely recognized from Rowan's network—was killed in the same ritualist

he explained. "Brock, how can I sever this vile tether to the vampire enslaving my friend?" "The path to liberation is fraught with peril. She faces a critical choice: vanquish her vampire master or implore a witch for assistance to escape her bonds. However, one must tread cautiously when engaging with witches, as their demands are steep and their bargains treacherous. They might claim the fate of your firstborn or siphon a portion of your life's essence each month to preserve their youth. More often than not, the price of their aid carries a burden heavier than the advantages it confers.

and with the predatory smile on her face as she approached her, she knew she was in for it now. "Just because I want your blood.. doesn't make me a Vampire.. lest you've forgotten. I'm actually a half witch. I love being a witch more than a werewolf.. " she got to talking again, and Fiona, for the first time really wished she could keep going on and on because she had a small shard of glass stuck in her wrist, and although it was terrifying painful and the amount of blood trickling down her wrist weakened her. However, she still pierced on and one, feeling the vines slowly cut. ".. being a werewolf is so fucking boring.. like seriously.. all you do is just have some insane sharp senses and s

Aldrich I swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves. Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly. How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

---------------------------- Merliah's Point of view. -------------------------- I glanced at my window near the terrace’s door. My eyes were fascinated by the moon that looks like a phantom silver plate hanging in the forlorn sky. An orb that specifically shines in the darknest, as pure white as white pearls. Suddenly the door to the terrace opened, and the curtain moved as well. I saw a shadow, I felt a chill starting to climb on my skin. Who climbed into my room on the second floor of the mansion? Is it a kidnapper or a ghost?

“Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.” I remembered the stories from my childhood—my mother’s voice soft but firm as she told me of the war, of the Four Courts uniting to banish the witches. I had believed it then, because children believe what they are told. Later, in secret, I found fragments in the castle library, pages that spoke of blood and fire and shadows moving through the night. Still, I doubted. It was easier to think they were gone. To think the world had been cleansed. Until I overheard Tremaine. Until I saw the mirror. Until the dragon. “She will find me, Flynn.” My voice wa

My fist connected with her ribs, and she stumbled back with a hiss. “Not bad,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “But let’s turn things up, shall we?” Before I could respond, the temperature in the courtyard plummeted. Tori’s flames dimmed, replaced by an unsettling aura of darkness. Her eyes glowed brighter, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Then came her vampire essence. Which is borderline feels like her brothers’ bloodlust. How did Victoria Schultz grew and get this fucking strong at such a short amount of time?