Witch Fiction Novels & Stories

I was anxious about this date despite my carefree attitude about it last night, and I didn’t really know why. I still wasn’t sure I believed him about me being his mate. Witches didn’t have mates in the sense that vampires, werewolves, and other beings had them. We were more like humans in that sense. Although, since vampires could have mates, I supposed it was possible. I just couldn’t quite imagine how that would work.

Wolves and vampires might sense power; witches would smell opportunity. I wasn’t merely weakening wards—I was painting a portrait in light and scent: someone powerful was vulnerable. Meanwhile, Dominic and Derek positioned themselves just beyond the edges of awareness, their breath steady. Beneath my illusion, they moved like shadows—awaiting my signal. Above, the waning moon watched through branches, silent witness to the phoenix’s first stroke in the coming war. The witches came first: whispers on the breeze, hoods drawn, chanting footsteps through ancient tunnels. They converged in the flooded stone chambers beneath the tower—the ritual hub where ley lines met. I watched them descend the

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

Warning/Must read: This is not your typical Vampire/witch novel. This is a YA teen fantasy and there are a few things you need to note to make you not confused. INSIGHT: 1) Our female lead here goes to the past unconsciously, to her it is a dream but it is actually her past. (P.S. like a dream but her spirit wanders into her past when she removes a necklace.) When you read you would know what necklace I'm talking about.

We both look out on the dancefloor, where Celine has started dancing and people instantly move, giving her space to move. "That is some kind of woman". Mark is staring captivated on the blonde vampire goth, before finally turning to me. "So you wanted to talk about wicca stuff ?" "Yeah". Honestly I also have to force my eyes away from her. It is like she has this power to keep Your attention. "I have read a bit about it, and as I said, I would really like to know some more. I thought you might know which web pages are usable or maybe some books you could recommend ? Everytime I read something online, I read the opposite on the next one. I don't really know what to believe".

They knew they had to act swiftly to rescue Katherine and stop Sophia's nefarious plans from coming to fruition. Victoria, with her newfound witch powers and werewolf genes, concentrated, tapping into the depths of her abilities. She closed her eyes, seeking a connection to Katherine through the intricate web of supernatural energy. As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory.

They share their stories, their hopes, their fears. A wolf mother talks about raising her children in secret, terrified they'd be discovered. A vampire describes centuries of loneliness, unable to form lasting relationships with humans who age and die. A witch explains how she uses magic to heal, not harm, running a free clinic in an underserved community. The stories are powerful, humanizing. Public opinion begins to shift—not everywhere, not completely, but enough. Polls show growing support for supernatural rights. But the violence continues. The Order, sensing their influence waning, strikes harder. Three supernatural community centers are bombed. A vampire-owned blood bank is destroyed.

Although excited to have accomplished something many experienced witches couldn’t manage, I was completely spent and barely able to make my way into the cottage to have a cup of the ever-available replenishing tea. I quickly downed the hot liquid and then rushed back out to help Gwendoline. Luthias’s body was coated in blood, but I couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s. Gwendoline had his arm draped around her shoulder. It was clear she was having difficulty supporting his bulk. I ran to drape his other arm around my shoulder to help ease her burden. Between the two of us, we managed to get him into the small medical room she kept in the back of the cottage. My mentor wasn’t only t

I stretched my legs forward to the air and backward to feel the rough patches of the pavement while the chill wind ruffled our hair. "Once upon a time, in year 1208. There was a french warlock, a voodoo wizard that moved from France to LA and became the leader of the coven of witches. He claimed to be a necromancer that could raise the dead and enforce his own brand of law. Sailors would go buy wind from him to ensure a safe journey and the citizens of the city sought him to solve their legal issues rather than going to the authorities. The humans and vampire factions weren't happy with the development because it made them the minorities while the witches ruled the quarter." I shivered from

“We’re not even sure whether she will become a Waywood witch,” Vivian looks back at me. “I think you just have the blood.” A Waywood witch? I’ve read about them in history books. They were the most powerful witches because they channelled dark magic. And they created the vampires. Their goal was to create fully dead humans, so that humans would never have to fall sick or die. Instead, their spell created half dead, blood sucking vampires. Like Lucien.