Witch Gods Novels & Stories

The slight graze of contact allows dark magic to flood my spirit, balancing out the light. My feet plant firmly to the ground and I raise my arms above my head, letting the magic amplify my command. “Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.”

At that time, the three witches showed up, and told the princess that, they may have a useful information, they said by experience, when they were in the business of hurting people, they had came about many strange human beings, and something about human on earth was that, there were not only human existing, some of them were, demigods, gods born of woman, and they may have come across some gods among men,they said without doubts, the princess, Antinuke, bear,and a man called the Goldsmith were all gods among men, she stood up and reasoned, it may be true that Antinuke and the bear are not humans, but herself and The warlock can't possibly be gods or goddess, the three witches laughed unti

Through an oracle, they commanded them to stop their war and find a way to coexist, or else the deities would send their wrath upon them. At first, they didn’t listen. The wolves wanted more territories, the vampires wanted more blood, and the witches and warlocks wanted more power. It was chaos with the wolves’ attacking vampires and witches for their lands. Vampires attacking witches and humans for blood, and witches and warlocks using vampires and werewolves as blood sacrifices to strengthen their magic.

he began, “then you haven’t seen even half of what he can do.” The room went completely silent. “Varkros is not just evil,” he continued. “He is something far worse. He is a wolf–witch god. A being worshipped by rogue wolves like the nightstalkers… and by witches as well.” I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine. “He has many forms,” he went on. “Many names. Many titles. But in the underworld, there is one name they all know him by—Varkros.” No one moved.

She embraced me like her own because I was naturally loved by dark magic. Every coven had a witch who intervened for them. They were hybrids, a vampire-witch hybrid which was believed to be able to communicate with the supreme deity, Hecate. They were highly revered in each covens as they could see incoming dangers and wave bad spirits from the covens. "They seek an alliance and vow to pledge all their loyalty and be at your mercy my king!" Klaus mumbled. "And in every full moon nights, werewolves would be sent to us as slaves." He muttered.

list. All I really know about Ios is that it’s a party island along the Greek coast. So why in the actual hell would Loviatar, a goddess, keep the Riding Hoods there? And why would she want anything to do with them? Compared to the gods and goddesses of this world, the Riding Hoods are nothing. Oh, they want to be something. And if they’d succeeded in turning me into the most powerful witch of all time, maybe we could’ve clawed our way into the room—but we’d never have had a seat at the table.

I hissed in pain, watching as blood welled up, warm and thick, dripping down my wrist. The witch’s tongue slithered from her mouth. She licked the wound. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was tasting me. Her eyes rolled back, and she shivered, her body convulsing in what looked like sick pleasure. Then she turned to Beth. Beth whimpered, shaking her head. “Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t—” The blade came down. Another slice. Another shudder of delight from the witch as she devoured the blood.

Gunnar, Bianca, the guards, and the warriors all shifted into their wolves and ran into the crowd of witches. Helios, Hermes, Nyx, Eris, and Sabnac ran with the wolves and used their magic on the witches. Some of the witches froze when they realized they were fighting gods and goddesses. They knew their magic wouldn't be able to defeat them.

“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?”

“We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.” Freda stands putting her hands out for Ivy to take them. Her eyes linger on Ivy genuine and warm. “Be not afraid of the power with in.” Freda speaks softly. Ivy shook her head and ran to the stairs and climbed down rushing to the living room to find her dad had passed out. “Dad? Wake up. Dad. Das please we need to go.” I