Witch Guides Novels & Stories

Next we'll be talking about talking flamingos. "That's a mistake you do not want to make in the wrong company, My Lady." He says, but sounds absolutely nonchalant himself "Werewolves are runts who aren't blessed by the Goddess. They cannot shift, nor do they have soulmates. Few survive for long." Okay. How interesting, but not very useful. I don't plan on going on a trip around here. "Can a witch send me back?" Now a shift overtakes him, tension seeps into his frame, and if I weren't watching closely, I might've missed it. He averts his eyes, staring at his feet.

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

Enola started moving towards the door but once again was pulled back but this time she started struggling against him “ let me go” “ you don’t know the consequences of your actions. you don’t even have a plan. How can you possibly win. This ain’t any chess but real life” At the mention of chess she suddenly remembered that Aro had promised to fulfill any of her two wishes “ do you remember the two wishes?” she asked smirking Aro frowned remembering and regret mentioning them “no…NO I won’t do anything you ask. Not at this moment” Aro said understanding her expressions

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

Eyes like coals glinted with intelligence and malice, measuring the scouts, calculating, patient. Adonis’s grin vanished. “Don’t let it touch you. Stay back. Watch cues. Don’t engage if you can avoid it,” he whispered. The witches fanned subtly, positioning along natural rises and shadows, their magic weaving protective pulses like invisible threads around the swamp. The creature moved with uncanny grace, aware of them, sensing intent, every motion precise. Hours dragged on. Rain fell, thunder shook the trees, and the shapeshifter prowled the swamp, testing vigilance. Every rustle, splash, and shadow made hearts race, but the scouts stayed disciplined, eyes sharp, every movement coordinated.

Alpha Kenny asked, “Can you ask the Goddess how to find one? I don’t have a clue. “We have spent so many generations avoiding other species that we forgot that cooperation can be beneficial for all of us.” I closed my eyes and spoke in my mind, “Selene, can you help us?” She asked, “What can I do for you, child?” I asked, “We just learned that every time I have used my mind reading ability, I have been detectable to the dark witches. Is there a white witch who can help shield me from that?” She answered, “I will contact my friend, Queen Winnie. She is queen of the white witch coven. She will just pop in, so don’t be afraid.” I laughed, “Thank you for the warning.”

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.”