Witch Godmother Novels & Stories

There was no artifice in that, for she hated it being turned into a weapon. To her knowledge, it had never been used for good since manifesting at a young age. Once word had spread of her talents, it had ostracized her in her village, for many of the people there distrusted witches and witchcraft, and then it had brought the local lord into her life, ending her father’s in the process. “If it is your sincere desire, I will not deny you. I still feel like I am taking advantage of you, lass.” He sounded grim. “I am in no position to take a mate, and she could never be an Englishwoman if I did.”

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

"That's right; I had them bulldozed! Velda said anyone who stands in the way of her profits has to die!" I gave Velda everything, and yet she claimed that I was standing in the way of her money. Before I could even react, Piper dropped to her knees and crawled toward Jude, just to protect me. "Please have mercy, Mr. Mercer. I'm begging you!" Just like that, she stayed on her knees and banged her head against the floor, groveling in humiliation. It felt like countless knives were tearing my chest apart. Growing up, Piper had always been my pride. She was brilliant in school, strong-willed, and never bowed her head to anyone. And now, she was kneeling to protect me and groveling before the mon

“Was she really bewitched?” “Yes, that was what really happened to her.” Angus said, his words dashing me to unwanted amazement. “She was affected by Alpha Thane's spell again.” “Ah!” I raised my voice, shocked and equally disappointed. “Does that mean she won't fight with us?” “Stop this, dear.” Angus returned, bluntly weighing his words. “Is your ghost mother the Moon Goddess? Why do you often feel responsible for your ghost mother?” “She gave birth to me…” I slurred.

Her voice dropped low and became menacing. Theo thrashed. “You can’t kill me. Doesn’t that make you evil?” We laughed. “I am a goddess, a primordial being that shaped this world, worshiped for millennia. I am the gifter of magic, mother of witches, healer of the sick, protector of travelers and a safe passage for the young. I am of the earth, the sea, and the heavens. And you think a corrupt wolf can deem me evil?” We laughed again, and her hand struck out, our fingers wrapping around his throat. “You have killed my children, corrupted my young, and you think using petty lines will stop me from demanding retribution?” She leaned down.

I replied firmly, keeping my gaze fixed on Aaron and Callie, who were watching me closely. "What were your motivations for such criminal actions?" the wolf asked, stepping closer with narrowed eyes, his imposing presence filling the room. "To fulfill my duty as a priestess, as ordered by the ancestors and by Hecate, our Goddess of witchcraft, magic, night, the moon, and spirits," I explained, my voice clear and resolute. I noticed that my words caught Callie’s attention; she lifted her chin slightly, focusing on me. "My methods may not have been the most correct, but my intentions were genuine. Rigan is the one chosen by our Goddess to guide us through what is to come!"

’t let that happen.” “Wait! When we went to rescue Razz Alpha Zane and his Beta were talking about the witch and said that she was working with a God and that this God is the one who gave her the powers she has now. That she plans to use my babies as a sacrifice in order to raise the God she is working with. At the time we thought they were over dramatizing the situation. I can’t believe any of this shit, first shifters exist and now God’s are trying to walk the earth what type of bull shit is going on in this world, we are totally clueless about the shit that is happening literally around us. Now I have to give everyone the side eye.” I said, shaking my head as I cried. It was just too m

I nodded, tears in my eyes, but truly comforted by her words. “Can I see him?” I ask her. Her face is pained for a second before she replies, “I’m sorry I don’t have a way to show you. Everything I see and feel is from within. It can’t be shared like that…” “I might have something,” a woman to her side says. She clears her throat. “I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?”

Atarah tried to move but Amon stopped her by griping her hand. "What do you intend to do?" He asked her wondered if she was going to fight them. "Well, we have to do something." That was all she said and Amon sighed. "You should probably head back and contact some scouts or guardians, they will know what to do. I can stop them easily, they are humans after all." He sounded confident in abilities, he was lightning wolf which was by far the fastest wolves blessed by the goddess of the moon. Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head.

he asserted, then ended the call. He glanced at me and commented, “Salem mentioned that a witch was involved. Please explain so I can know what curse or spell might have been placed upon you.” Wringing my hands, I told him about Willow. “She said her mother was a Goddess called Carrotwin or something,” I mumbled, causing him to chuckle. “It's Cerridwen, dear,” Sin stated with a smirk, then added, “You will be spell-free since nothing she does will affect a child of mine.”