Witch Guides Novels & Stories

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

Vaelor said, his voice turning cold and bitter as he looked at the representation of the first Alpha. "It looks like they tried to cut the witches out of the deal to keep the power in the family, and that's when the partnership turned into a parasite," I added, and as I spoke, a section of the floor beneath the carvings began to glow with a deep, liquid light that revealed a perfectly still pool of water caught in a basin of roots.

"A witch named Sybil. A mate, Wyatt. A virgin, Misty," she whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "She serves the dark lords." After a moment of deep contemplation, Hazel's mind suddenly connected the dots. Sybil had the uncanny ability to transfer her spirit into Misty's body. Hazel realizes Sybil's plan: to inhabit Misty's form, mate with Wyatt, and leave Hazel marked with an opposing spirit, signifying Wyatt's deadly intent as her own mate. Hazel knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself against such a threat where she had to fight her mate. All of Sybil's sinister machinations to conquer the world were beginning to make sense. Hazel understood that she couldn't achieve dominance alo

asks the Alpha, intrigued. The witch confidently explains: "With our combined skills, I can create an illusory spell, an illusion so powerful that it will fool the wolf's senses. I will make him believe that Luna is his true half, at least temporarily. It will be crucial that we act with precision and maintain the illusion long enough for the bond between them to be consolidated." The Alpha assimilates the witch's words, thinking about the implications and emotions this could trigger. Hope and anxiety mix within him, aware that this plan is risky, but necessary to ensure the future of the pack.

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."

a voice resonated, though the speaker remained hidden from view. "You acknowledge my status as Alpha. I desire an audience with the witches from the east," I stated firmly. "I understand. However, the witches cannot be seen simply because you wish to see them. Were you not informed that there is a price to pay to gain access?" the voice retorted. I recalled the information my beta had relayed about the witches from the South and the offer of their services in accordance with the value of the compensation provided. A mere bronze coin would elicit answers to trivial questions and fulfill minor requests, which they could discern from the recesses of your mind upon successfully entering their co

"Yes. The Hive witches were born with the power to alter nature itself. To twist life, change it into something new. A flower could become a snake. A wolf could become a man. Life was clay to them." "That sounds scary." "It could be," Mama said gently. "But back then, the Flares and the Hives were not enemies. In fact, they were allies. Friends. They even shared the same sigil." "The one with the bird and the lady and the fish?" She blinked. "How do you know that?" I looked away. "I... saw it. In Daddy’s study. On a page." Her eyes were sad but she smiled anyway. "Yes. That sigil. It stood for balance. The bird was sight, the woman was wisdom, and the fish was change. Together, they represen

Not because she was queen but admire the power she had over his King to make him step into the land of Goddess and summon dozens of witches just to see her again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and Witches for they are knows as the creatures of the dark, follower of the dark prince and all that is bad so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was a taboo so to create a deal with them was too much.