Witch Guides Novels & Stories

One by one shock registered across their faces. "We also have our own personal guards on the witch's side. They carry four of the elements, they are the two you see next to us. Jack and Sammie. They are the first born protectors, they can also feel our emotions as well as each others. If we ever feel uneasy or anything they can feel it, it's how they know when we are in danger." I said, their eyes shifted between the four of us. Some of them I could tell would have many questions. "Our wolves are also special. They have the ability to tap into our powers per say. They are Siphoners. The goddess chose them to be with us because of a threat that has been made. The first great white witch Ralei

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.

The feud between the witches and werewolves had existed for as long as she could remember, and the uneasy truce had done very little to ease tensions between the two races. "Look we can talk about it but not like this. I assure you that I will do nothing that would bring harm to my own race", Merlin tried reasoning with her, deciding that open aggression would not work here. "How do we know that we can trust you?" "You don't" Merlin watched the different emotions flit across her face, almost as if she was having an internal discussion with herself. But then again, Merlin supposed that she was, as it seemed that the Ancestors communicated through some form of telepathy, or shared consciousnes

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.” The room fell silent as I continued, my voice unwavering. “For werewolves, it’s different. Alphas’ eyes go red when they’re in control, while ordinary wolves have yellow eyes. But witches? Their eyes stay normal, human, because they’re not like werewolves . They’re closer to humans than wolves. Except for Gemini twins. They’re a different breed entirely. They’re the Alphas of witches.”

I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong. My body contorted, bones snapping, fur sprouting across my skin. I howled in pain as I shifted unwillingly, my body forced into its wolf form, and when I looked up, I saw her eyes, cold and unforgiving. “This is your punishment,” Elysia hissed. “You will never be human again.”I tried to fight it, but I was powerless. My body twisted, trapped in my wolf form, unable to shift back. I growled lowly, but she was gone before I could react. With a final look of contempt, she left, slamming the door behind her.I ran.

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

What has been happening is unfortunate but like I said I believe we can work together. The witches were still for a moment as they considered Rain and his pack. The witches were strong and could cast them out and leave them to muddle through their side of this coming battle. Rain was scared that they would. He still needed the witches' guidance Elle was after all his mate and she was something, but what the hell that was he didn’t know. Rain stole a glance at the other wolves. All of them had shifted to their human forms and they were all looking at the witches. None of them moving, all of their eyes glowing cobalt blue. Waiting, daring those witches to make one move against their alpha, rea

Luna Mara, known for her wisdom and foresight, added, "The alliance with the witches is essential. With their magical abilities, they can be a formidable force against the vampires. But we need to ensure trust and cooperation." Beta Jason, the second-in-command with a strategic mind, interjected, "I've reinforced the patrols, and our sentinels are on high alert. We can't afford any surprises. Our borders are secure, but we need to stay vigilant." Morgana, the witch leader, her eyes filled with an ageless wisdom, spoke, "The witches are ready to stand by the Silver Moon Pack. Our magic can be a powerful asset, especially against the vampires. However, we must act decisively when the time come

They’d not found her in among the people or bodies. How long was she working with Clarence? Were they wrong and Clarence was working for her? Did she leave some kind of baneful magic behind? For what purpose? This was why most witches who would work with wolves were not to be trusted. They saw wolves as animals and minions to do their bidding. Unlike crows or ravens, wolf shifters could talk easily and do things the other creatures couldn’t. Chris hated this, and this train of thought was making his mood worse. Nothing was right and he couldn’t expect it to be.