Witch Gods Novels & Stories

“Yeah, don’t remind me. I was watching on the next a pastor down in the states going on a witch hunt.” “Funny that. Witches aren’t really in the supernatural world. That was a way of life and not a religion or a supernatural creature. The supernatural creatures are Druids, and mages for the most part with a few other creatures that have their own magic. But it’s all got laws, rules and limits. Anyway, please for your safety and that of any other humans, keep them back. I need to go take control of this from my Beta. That’s my second in command.” “Fine, but if you need our help with anything else…”

"So you're saying you're not human," Sarah asks the guys standing in front of her. No, we're not", they chorus. "_and you're not even just not humans, you're werewolves", she goes on. "What am I again?" "A witch", Jason says "The Witch Supreme", Lucas says at the same time. "So, my abilities are not because I'm cursed but because I'm a witch?" "You got that right", Jason says with a nod. "What did I miss?"

After one night of coercive mating, she became pregnant, which further reduced her abilities. Her mother, the high priestess, demanded that she be returned to her, but the wolves refused, sparking a war between the witches and the wolves, in which the bears joined the witches in their fight against the wolves. This is how the Great War began, 100 years later: the moon goddess created six special wolves, each with their own set of abilities, to put an end to the Great War.

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."

"Don't even get me started. He's just a boring bookworm. Everything about him annoys me.” "Do you know what happened on our wedding day? He didn't say a single word, and he thought he could touch me then at night? Dream on!" I was shocked. "So, you two never…" "Exactly!" Sadie said, lifting her chin with pride. "A woman's body and mind must align to feel joy. Otherwise, how are we any different from animals?" At the time, I did not know she had forced Quinn to live like a monk his entire life.

She asked. The reaction she had on made me chuckle. It was the same one I had on when I was told to. I didn't think the sun was a god. But I'm sure the other mystics would feel the same way about the moon goddess. "Yeah, there is a sun god," I said, hoping it would do a little justice. But the expressions — shock — confusion — still stayed glued on her face like a mask. "Let me explain a little better," I said, straightening up to meet her gaze. "Just as the werewolves and the vampires draw strength from the moon goddess, the witches draw strength from the sun god. Both the moon and the sun are God's to the mystics."

"We will not let the vampires breach our borders. With the witches by our side, we shall repel them and protect our pack." As the collaborative efforts between werewolves and witches intensified, the Silver Moon Pack prepared for the impending clash with the vampire coven. The alliance forged in the crucible of necessity held the promise of a formidable defense against the looming threat, and the supernatural forces braced themselves for the impending battle on the moonlit horizon.

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

Which resulted in them defying the spirits that gave them the beauty. The Calypso, the Korean line of Magna. Witchcraft ran in their veins, mixed with blood. They were closely related to Atlas because they shared the power of witchcraft with them. They were warlocks and witches that fell for the beauty of Cassiopeia, ending with their powers also stripped by the spirits, whom they defied. They tried hiding for a long time, but were caught eventually.