Witch Fiction Novels & Stories

One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision. Yep, all it took was one stupid decision and my wolf was gone. I kept crossing my fingers that there was a chance she might come back—that she was still somewhere deep within me, stagnant, in a coma, just needing a little shove to wake up. That's why I went to see a witch on a regular basis. That was my other secret.

VIOLET My mind was officially blown wide open with the revelations that were shared with me. Looking outside gave me confirmation of the truth. I watched as a woman literally transformed into a wolf. There was absolutely denying it after witnessing that. I had told him to prove it because I truly thought that they were just messing around with me. I was a huge fan of books with supernatural origins. Fiction. That was its classification. It was amusing that werewolf fiction was my favorite genre to read. There were numerous times when I wished that worlds found amongst the turning pages were real.

This created a psychological dependency, a need for the usurpers’ fabricated solutions to perceived spiritual imbalances. Furthermore, Valerius and Isolde actively fostered a climate of paranoia among the pack leaders. They would arrange 'private audiences' with Alphas, during which they would present them with carefully curated 'intelligence' about other packs plotting against them. A pack leader might be shown a supposed coded message from a rival Alpha, hinting at an alliance with a shadowy force (always vaguely defined, never directly linking to Elara, but always implying a destabilizing element). These fabricated documents, laced with authentic-looking werewolf script and seals, were de

Within the blink of an eye, Dabria was standing in front of the woman alongside the man only Dabria could see. That man leaned towards the left side of the witch's neck. While Dabria leaned towards the right side. Both of them sank their fangs deep into the witch's neck. While Dabria drank her blood and sucked her dry. The man with Dabria ripped the witch's soul along with her powers out of her body. The witch's body fell on the floor as nothing but an empty vessel. Dabria turned to look at that man, standing beside her, holding the witch's soul with his fangs. She saw a proud smile on his face as he watched Dabria. His eyes suddenly widened and what looked like a green light, suddenly made

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

The witch smiled sweetly with a dreamy look on her face as if she was picturing his vasectomy in her head. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a romantic at heart?" Vladimir's lips twitched despite his annoyance as he drew small circles on her back with his fingers. He could see the witch's pupils dilate at his touch. The witch's mouth said one thing and her body told an entirely different story. Even if she had masked her scent her body's reaction to his touch gave her away. There was no denying that she was attracted to him and the fact pleased Vladimir more than it should.

"How would you suspect me when you were all so busy chasing shadows? You were too preoccupied blaming Alexander and Yvonne for the horrific deaths of the witches. Trust me, I enjoyed every bit of the murder." **Flashback...** Anne vividly remembered the day she lured Susan into the restroom with her dark powers. The memory of how she manipulated Susan, leading her to her doom, played out in her mind like a sinister movie. As Susan stepped into the restroom, Anne was waiting, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. Without a moment's hesitation, she struck, killing Susan in cold blood, reveling in the sheer power she wielded.

It’s fun to let go sometimes! Responsibilities.......reality hits home. I need to get home. It’s almost midnight. The forest I’m walking near is Wiccan territory. Midnight is their time, and we wolves respect their power and stay clear of them to allow them to practise without fear. It wasn’t like this a few decades ago. Wiccans and wolves were at war. All supernatural creatures were at war. There were casualties on every side. Innocent supernatural women and children suffered at the hands of their enemies. The ground seemed to always be covered in blood.

“I’m glad you like reading it. It’s pretty damn long. I have enough to do. I didn’t feel like going over all the pages, especially when it’s just talking about vampires.” “Vampires started with two witches—ones that were in love.” “That’s one story. The other is a greedy coven sought more power.” “What do you believe?” “I don’t care. I just wonder why this witch was holding on to these papers and what it means to her.” “I swear I feel like I’ve read this before. Perhaps I’m just mixing this all up with my paranormal romance books.” “What books?” “In my twenties, I was obsessed with a vampire romance series.”

Then she backed up, shutting down what progress she had made. She shook her head, “No. I’m duty bound. He promises to never cheat again and be loyal and kind.” “Cheated? He cheated?” I growled. “I did too, and now I’m regretting it.” I felt a gut punch, “You don’t mean that. I know you don’t.” “What exactly did you do to cause the split between witches and vampires?” Her question momentarily threw me off, then it dawn, “What do the Coven storybooks have to say?”