Witch Godmother Novels & Stories

She thinned her eyebrows and shook her head lightly while saying. “I didn't get you,” I took a deep breath as I realised she needed time to process everything. But, I wanted this by hook or by crook. “Do you know where your grandmother’s book is now?” I asked as we had our witches too but they were not that much trained for doing it. The Moon Goddess curse was something brutal and powerful to break. She was the werewolves goddess and somehow had the ability to increase or decrease our powers. And, that book might help them to increase their knowledge and power so that they could break the curse.

I just pray that the witch doctor can help her and that she is strong enough to withstand the dark magic that I had poisoned her with. Bending my knees, I decided to do something I haven’t done in a very long time. I began to pray to the Moon Goddess to ask her to watch over and protect Willow and to help her fight the dark magic that her sister had poisoned her with. If anyone truly deserved the Moon Goddess’s help it was Willow and I prayed that the Moon Goddess hears my pleas to help her.

“She was an Original Witch, one of the first to wield magic. Back in the day, she was powerful enough to rival the gods. But that wasn’t enough for her. She fell in love with Xamnir, the Original Wolf God. But love and obsession are two sides of the same fucked-up coin, Nero. She didn’t just want to be with Xamnir—she wanted to be a goddess herself.” I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. “So, she wasn’t a goddess, but she wanted to be? That’s why she’s causing all this shit?” Creed nods. “She tried to ascend to godhood by any means necessary—dark rituals, sacrifices, you name it. But the gods don’t just hand out power. Xamnir rejected her for his mate, the Moon Goddess, and she lost

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.

my mother bows her head, ok, what is going on? “Yes, I know who you are. Please have mercy Aura. I should have tried harder. I’m a failure as a mother. What do you want me to do? Whatever it is, I shall do it. You are the wolf of the Goddess.” Well, now I’m shocked. Aura is the wolf of Selene, our Moon Goddess. Well, damn. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also powerful. The legend of Aura is similar to the legend of Fenrir. Aura is the Alpha female, not a Luna. She commands all. She is a literal goddess!

Pythia replied easily. I listened as she told her story of the dark witches from the very beginning to when they helped create vampires, I watched as their eyes shifted to me when she spoke of it and then back to her. She explained their true nature is to actually help where others can not tap into the dark magic that they can. "So you killed your own mom?" A boy asked. "I did. You see, my mother wanted all the power of white magic and dark witches can't touch it. If they do they will combust instantly and that was something I would never allow to happen so I did what I had to do to get us to where we are today." Pythia replied. "But you can use white magic?" A girl blurted out. "Yes, I am a

I looked up to see my father standing over us. “She passed out” I told him. I looked over to Cole and Spartan, they were inspecting what was left of Hank's body. “This is incredible” Spartan said lifting what looked like an arm. He dropped it again and looked over to me. “She can do this, with just a wiggle of her fingers?” his voice was uncertain, impressed, but laced with a bit of fear. Which is highly unusual coming from Spartan. “She’s the Triple Goddess, she can do anything” my father said still looking down at where I held her on my lap.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

"An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!" The ground bearing the circle released a turret of purplish-black light and the sheer force of the power sent the witch flying to the ground. Her familiar tumbled with her but she luckily caught him before he could hit the wall and attain any serious damage. She groaned and looked at her work. Her eyes widen at the displeasing result