Witch Gods Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, but you have to explain better." "Your Goddess..." He falters. "The Moon Goddess?" "Yes." He replies. "Thousands of years ago, there were two types of witches: the White witches, who are known to be good, and the Black witches, who are tagged evil. War broke out between the two, and when the Black witches tried to fight back, they realized that the White witches had blocked off the conduit through which they could generate power and energy. So they were left helpless and defenceless against the White witches." He paused again to see if I was following.

On reflex, the she-wolf rubbed the side of her face against the dark male's neck as they walked together closer to the fading goddess. "In centuries passed, the gods roamed the world. The gods of creation made the humans, plants and animals. My twin, the goddess of darkness, grew angry with our father for forbidding us to create any being. So to get back at our father, she and our older brother, who's name is of no importance created two beings from the humans our father had created. Soon the children of darkness began to devour the humans in greed. They even began to feed on the ones they were created with. They've become two separate clans and call them selves, vampires and witches." The y

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

, I got mad after he said that. My mate was just a means to an end for him. He was not worthy of being called a father. He was a tyrant who was not afraid of using everything within his reach even if it would affect the balance of the supernatural world. What a cruel man! At that moment, I made a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess for strength. Someone needed to stop the man, or he would simply continue in his madness and it would be too late. My prayers were answered. The full moon granted me strength, and I lunged at the coven leader.

“So, witches don’t ride on broomsticks or pray to the devil?” Meredith burst out into laughter. “No. Nothing like that. I would love to buy an expensive broomstick to go with the theme, though.” She stopped laughing and composed herself. “We actually believe in gods, but not like the ones we see in Christianity of Judaism. You already know that the wolves pray to the Moon Goddess. We are the same. We have different gods we pray to. The Moon Goddess is among the strongest of them. Her powers make the waves rise and fall and the animals and earth to be soothed. The witch’s relationship with the world rests on love. We have been gifted by the gods to take care of this planet.” I nodded in vague

A new determination settles in my chest and I shut off the water and get out to dry off and get ready to go to my office and make some calls. (Beth POV) I have been sitting on this log just inside the forest watching as the Goddess goes from wolf to wolf attempting to install wisdom and encouragement. WItches are different. We weren't born from the Moon Goddess and we don’t worship her. We worship the elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. Witches can align themselves with whomever they please, some with packs and with any other species including humans. Most witches practice black or white magic, I prefer grey. I believe that even black magic can be used for good though I am careful with wha

Theseus is the god of witches, his reign passed down from his father before him, so when we found we were mated together, we once made a pact of never having children. He despised that he was stuck in this realm for as long as he shall live and never wanted to pass his job down, but things changed when we realised Hati had started to kill for powers. For anyone Hati fed from in one life, he would come back with their gifts in the next. Some he's being able to use, others he harbours but doesn't control. So Lilith came around because we thought maybe if she warmed Hati's heart, she might be able to thaw him and change his desire to dethrone me, but that hasn't gone to plan.

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

“It was different for us. Lilah…. “But Lilah isn’t responsible for the others.” I try, hoping that he would start realising there were bigger things happening in the world. He clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes. “What’s so special about this witch then? “Daphne said witches pray to the Horned God. This witch doesn’t, she prays to the Moon Goddess. I thought with Daphne being half wolf, this could be exactly what she needs.” He sighs and leans against the tree. “You really think that this is the best thing to do?”

she thought. There was no response in her head. A white wolf with patches of black undercoat appeared and stalked toward her, followed by three black wolves with a patch of silver white undercoat each and a gray wolf. “You’re not wolves anymore,” Zoe said to their minds. “I guess not,” Thea said. “We are at your service, Goddess Thea,” Zoe said. She, Axel, Caleb, Damon, and Xavier’s former wolf bowed. “God Alaric, God Conri, God Kai, God Xavier.”