Novel & Cerita Witch Gods

"Seriously?" She nods. "This is where the border to the spirit world is thinnest. Leaders can speak to the gods here." "Does my mother come here?" "She doesn't need to since her dragon is one of those gods," she tells me. "What do you talk to the gods about?" "Witches only speak to the gods for two reasons, to beg forgiveness for a sacrifice, or to pray for life. The gods allow much but they have rules we cannot break, you cannot touch time or death."

With my heart pounding, my gaze fixed on the ethereal display, I watched. One by one, the sigils transformed, morphing into memories—not mine, but ancient echoes, visions from a distant past. Witches standing atop jagged mountain peaks, hands raised to the storm-wracked sky, weaving lightning with their bare hands. Silver magic dancing from their fingertips like living energy. Giant wolves, their fur shimmering under moonlit skies, kneeling in reverence, not to the witches, but to the magic itself, to the balance it represented. Fire raining from the sky in a war long past, a conflict of immense proportions, a clash of powers that had shaped the world.

She spoke in between gritted teeth. The dwarf witch laughed again, this time louder and maliciously. “I am the great witch of the seven oceans. I’ve lived alone in this coven for a thousand years. There’s nothing impossible for me to do, except if it’s the will of the formidable gods and goddesses. You yearned for the love of the Alpha of the Silver Crust Pack for so long, but he’s not your mate, and his destiny doesn’t lie with you, but…” The dwarf witch stopped and stared coldly at her, making Imelda curious and anxious.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

he repeated, tilting his head. Casmir spread his arms theatrically. “I am not working with the witches. The creatures you are seeing… are my creation.” Casmir’s brown eyes gleamed with pride. Soren came to stand beside me, there was a huge gash on his forehead and blood trickled down from it. “You’re lying,” he spat. Casmir’s grin widened. “Lying?, because I did something you termed impossible by creating a new undefeatable species?” “Listen to me you twin alphas, I am the new god and you two have no other choice but to bow down and worship me.”

He looked down at the floor, and avoided eye contact with me. “Yeah, well, the thing is, the Dragons had a long war with witches centuries ago. The witches figured out a way to steal their dragon forms. Leaving the human form alive but essentially hollow inside. Like wolves, they are one with their souls. To lose your wolf is like losing half your mind. The witches used their dragon spirits to harness dark, powerful magic. It allowed them to absorb the abilities of whatever shifter form they stole. Dragons were the ones witches wanted most, but they went after other shifters too. It took the dragons decades to figure out how to stop it. How to protect themselves against the witches' magic. B

Before the books, they were the creators of the terrestrial races. Selene is the goddess of werewolves. The one that has ruled over lycanthropes. Hades is the god who betrayed the witches and the one who created the vampires. The cold blood-suckers. Triple, also known as Mother of the Earth, is the goddess of the witches, the cheaters. Zeus is the god creator of the first existing race, the humans. The weakest species. The supernaturals who lived above the heavens, or among the waters, did not matter to Kratos. What matters to him is the power over the land, the total control of all earthly races.

“Okay, then I’ll take your word for it. They harmed no witches.” “Of course, they didn’t harm any witches. There’s no species of supernatural creature truly connected to witches. The church made up the whole witch thing and then tried to fit every person into that category that didn’t fit their narrowminded views or got in their way. Others just ran with it for their benefit. The closest creatures that exist are Druids, Mages, and, of course, Shifters. That whole changing into bats and cats is probably from someone witnessing a shifter changing form. Druids are natural healers and close to nature. Mages, they’re educated, they work their magic through study, and a connection to the stars.”

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.

During their annual gathering on this elegant mountain, the young witches performed the ritual of concocting potions, which was inspired by the ritual of their goddess Circe. Circe, daughter of Helios, the sun god, appears in Homer's Odyssey as the first witch of any kind, as well as a sensuous minor deity who plied the loom like a proper female, according to the legend. Although she was immortal, like mortals, she had to follow the dictates of the more powerful gods. When she was hosting Odysseus's famished crew, she combined drugs into a mushy mixture of cheese, barley, honey, and wine, and then tapped the men on the back of the neck with her wand, transforming them into pigs, wolves, and