Witch Fiction Novels & Stories

But somehow I know I wouldn’t. Another image comes. This time, I was in front of two tombstones. The one on my right was bigger than the one on the left. Two names are written on the big tombstone, while only one name was carved on the small one. I tried my best to squint my eyes but I could not read the words. They were all blurred. Multiple images come at once. It was like people throw them all at me and I could not really see each of them. A nun was in one of the flashed images. I recognize her almost immediately. It was Sister Margareth. However, she looked younger and was not wearing her cane. The image of her was gone just as soon as it first arrived, replaced by another one. This time

The shadow was seen only by that creature, it seemed like it was covering the whole body, and a hoodie covered the face,sitting on a cliff made of stone. There was a very round big glass bowl kept beside, full of water in it. "Xander... it's me Xander." he looked at that shadow and replied. "How did you come here? Where is that girl? " Xander held his tears hard and said, " they killed her." "Has she broken that safety thread that I gave you? " "No, it was tied on her hand but she couldn't hold herself and changed herself into wolf when they provoked her intentionally." "ohh.. it means they already knew about the secret of the thread that it wouldn't work with wolf appearance." the shadow sa

Infact, it was as if he was enjoying this little charade and it was pissing me off. My hold on him tightened. "Who are you?" He smirked, and when he didn't respond I began to smother his heart. But there was something different about him. He was more powerful than the Vampires I had come across. I began whispering, my magic choking him but he was fighting it off. He had a witch on his side. Just on my thoughts, I felt an instant wobbling of my brain and a woman was before me chanting. She held a middle sized locket in her hands and immediately it appeared in my hands with a black fluid staining my hands. Using my magic, I picked her off the ground, shoving her against countless harsh surface

Both boys nod their heads and smile. I laughed, “So Billy, what made her go psycho?” He shrugged, “She found her mate, but the mate bond for witches and warlocks is not same as it is for shifters. The mate bond for us, is just a guide to show the way to our destiny. The problem is, there are tons of spells out there that mimic the mate bond for our kind. We don’t have that sense of protection or love at first sight. It doesn’t happen like that for us. She was excited when she thought she met her mate. I, personally, don’t think he was her mate. He was a very powerful warlock, and the mate spell would’ve been nothing to cast on her.”

“I just want to go back home. Ok, I’ve found what I’m looking for – Danshak a.k.a Devon is my fated mate, he wasn’t lying about that. The painting in his gallery is his memory of meeting me a.k.a Edvana, here. What else did I miss?” Did Nikjin eventually win this war and become the supreme leader of the werewolves? Oh well, she didn’t have the answer to that question because until coming here, she had never heard of anyone named Nikjin Whitehound. Only Vak Smallchief is known as their original werewolf ancestor, so where does that leave Nikjin the villain? Does that mean that he did not succeed in overthrowing Vak, or why else was he never mentioned as part of their werewolf ancestors? Did V

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

VICTORIA The scent of roses enveloped my senses, making me fidget on my bed. Mornings weren’t my strong suit, but the aroma brought a strange sense of comfort... except I hadn’t placed any flowers in my room or used any artificial scents. I don’t remember my room ever smelling like hints of human blood, either. With a sudden jolt, I shot up from the bed, and my mind conveniently reminded me that I had almost died… and that I felt the mate bond with a vampire.

He could have hidden intentions either. Adriana closed her eyes as the ritual began. She prayed Xavier won't wake up or the ritual will fail. But if the ritual failed, the poor witch would have to pay the price. The witch chanted phrases in old language and the lights illuminating from the candles flicked. Strong winds began to flood the room which was too dark and isolated. The more the witch kept chanting, the more impact wind created. Adriana peeked through her eyes and hoped that Xavier would die without any chaos. Suddenly, everything went still and the candle lights were normal. Nothing unusual happened.

My crazy vixen ~7 years ago ~ { Vivienne's POV } "Get your fucking hands off me" I screamed They ignored me, dragging me further down the corridor before shoving me into a room Everything was white. I hated it. I hated the silence, the voices would always shout. It was so annoying. "I didn't even do anything wrong That guy couldn't have tried to force himself on me. Then I wouldn't have had to cut his face off" I shouted after them.

It could be seen that the witch was not going to be compliant and from what they all saw, she seemed to have modified herself into a half-shifter-making machine, bringing her with them was not safe at all! This was why Vincent unsheathed his claws and looked at the witch who was glaring at him while spewing profanities. Levy watched the witch continue to struggle as she saw death coming close to her and then the witch’s head turned and she looked at Levy, her eyes filled with blood thirst. The witch looked at Levy and smiled, and then everyone watched her lips move as she shouted, “ The Dark Witches will come to rule——” She did not even finish what she was saying when Vincent moved and thrus