Witch Guides Novels & Stories

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

"I don't know. I swear, I don't know. She just selected thirty-two High Witches and sent us here to get the babies. That's it. We were'nt told what they were for." I inhale a cold breath... High Witches... If I remember Witch hierarchy correctly... it's the Fledgling Witch as the weakest, then Novice, then Adept, and then the High Witch in terms of power. And there were thirty-two of them... The fact that Robert was even able to survive is a testament to the prowess of Amadeus wolves. It's clear we won't be getting anything more from her. The well of information has run dry. Dominicus stalks toward her with predatory grace. Her eyes widen as he comes closer. She can see death in his eyes. “N

Gwen gave all of them their tasks and they complied without a hitch while Giselle, Leah and Wanda followed Gwen into the woods, away from the clearing. "Can you two just warm up for a while without doing anything lethal? I need to talk to Wanda." Gwen asked her sisters who readily agreed looking at each other challengingly. "What's wrong Gwen?" Wanda asked once they were away from the two. "Wanda? Did your wings come out?" Gwen bluntly chased the topic, making Wanda flustered. "I...Wh...um...no?" Wanda meekly answered. "I guessed it. It's fine. I know fairies grow their wings as soon as they reach the age five just like how wolves have their first shift at the age of four." Gwen said and kno

He shakes his head again, like he’s fighting with himself. “Fuck it. I’m dead anyway.” He sags and she knows he’s done. She moves back to the table and leans against it, waiting. “I don’t know names or faces, but there are two Witches, one of them is deep south American. Two Vamps, one is his lieutenant in charge of the group, and a Shifter of some sort. I never saw them so I don’t know what kind.” Maybe they could run this past the King and see what his thoughts on the matter are… She narrows her eyes at Mason,

“We will start by teaching you both that each wolf holds special powers that no other wolf possesses; the Gold wolf can give wolfbane, silver pain, and other types of pain by its bite, claws, and fur when close to the enemy. The Silver can’t get hurt by wolfbane, silver, and any pain from them. Even after being switched, you can use these powers just as you saw your mates do earlier.” My eyes grew from what my mother had just explained to us. The wolf did not only switch our souls. Do they have powers too?

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

“Xylia is right that Nix was never told about her gifts. The princess is a witch to the shifters. A princess is an omega mixed with an alpha. With that comes a certain power; she can control most men unless they’re on the hunt. Along with these gifts, she can speak to almost any animal. It is telepathic, but she can do it.” Willow spoke for the first time. Nix looked at her in amazement. No one knew about the shifters, or so she had been told by her father.