Witch Godmother Novels & Stories

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

Her eyelid twitches up, as she starts murmuring out some words. "Greetings Shipton mother of all witches and Hecate the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells, I call upon you people as I thanked you two for your guidance in our various lives. Great women with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts……. "Hecate, the mother of the doorways, guides my door and protects me, and shuts off any door that will lead to my destruction……. Shipton, Aradia, and queen of all witches…..

One of Dagon's witches’ steps forward and begins to chant as she tries targeting me. "You think your power can touch a goddess? The Goddess of Death, who is also under the protection of the strongest sorcerer of our world?" I step forward, slowly drawing from her power and draining her life source. "No one has Odin in this fight, Dagon might have been fooled into thinking you possess such power but my coven knows better." The witch scoffs when Ruby presses forward, making our eyes glow brighter.

“Listen pup, listen well… You will know the difference between what feels like my magic and what feels wrong. There will be two forces clashing in this room tonight. There will be light and shadow and it is going to be intense. The outcome depends on our focus. The witch you and yours seeks to kill is hiding like a coward deep in the forest outside. When we finish here, I’ll help guide you myself. No one has the right to do what she has been doing but the Goddess.” She turns back to Odessa and uses holy moon water to draw invisible marks on Odessa’s brow, cheeks, neck, wrists, and ankles. “I need you to focus on your queen with as much strength as possible. Lend her what you can of yours, sh

It crackles and swirls as I see it glow brightly and I pull it forward, holding my hands out in front of me as I direct it into my palms. “I Gaia Williams, the wolf Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. Call upon the gods to lend me your power to grant me the permission to save your friend, my aunt, and our Moon Goddess. I forgive you, Selene, for everything you have done.” I open my eyes as the light grows in my palms. Selene opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile.

I was starting to understand what she meant. "What am I," I said. Zane looked at the silver thread at my wrist. "Have you ever heard of the Moon Goddess's Chosen?" he said. "It's a story," I said. "Something the elders tell children. The Moon Goddess picks one wolf each generation, seals their power at birth so it grows without limit, and when the seal breaks the wolf becomes—" I stopped. "Becomes what," he said. Quiet. Watching me. "Becomes the most powerful wolf alive," I said. "It's a children's story."

Only the royal white witches were capable of entering this state and Damian knew he was in big trouble. The god mode was a state of invulnerability. A state where the witch is at his highest peak of power, being able to control the four elements of nature, create objects on demand, even resurrect from the dead. It was a state no creature ever wanted to experience and the royal white witches never went into god mode because entering the god mode was lethal. Deadly and fatal. For a witch to go into god mode, it meant something extremely heart wrenching triggered the aura in them. And Damian knew what triggered Xavier. He began to regret what he did but outwardly he flashed his annoying smirk,