Witch Myths 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.

"Did you just say you're two hundred and five years old? Two hundred and five?!" "Well, yes. Werewolves are immortal, didn't you know that?" "Of course not. How am I supposed to know if no one tells me?" He moves back to his seat. "There are stories about werewolves and vampires, and witches, and mermaids, and dragons, and a whole lot of other creatures in your world though." "You think we believe those stories? They're just fantasies, I still don't know if this is just one of those fantasies acting out in my dreams or if this is reality," she says.

I edge closer to the table, glancing at the notepad beside the bowl, but I can’t make out the handwriting. “You cut Maeve’s fingers.” “To determine how best to help her, but she’s beyond my scope of power. I’m a healer, wolf. But I’m also just a witch. She is far more than that. Far, far more.” “Is she dying?” “No. She’s experiencing something we call a depletion event. Most witches have experienced one, but they learn early on not to stretch their powers so thin. We see it more in children–those too young to truly understand the scope of their powers. It makes them ill, a little sick to their stomachs, but they always recover with rest. The princess, however… her family is different.”

But I'm not like the other witches, cuz if it's rare a boy being born in this race, being the daughter of a woman and men from this race it's the rarest case ever. Like I've said, it's a really rare case when someone has four wraths like me. The normal people have, of course, one wrath. The nobles have normally two wraths. The royals and the other races like the witches, the faes, the werewolves+ had three wraths. But four? Well, this is a problem. It's almost like being a living target and a threat to those royals and powerful races. Not that I care. Cuz I couldn't care less about that.

“I’m saying they already have.” She reached out and laid her small, cool hand over my wrist. “Your power wakes when he’s near, your mark bleeds when another woman touches him and your wolf calls to his even though she’s trapped inside him. These things cannot stay hidden forever. Lysandra watches you and the elders who remember the old stories have begun to look twice.” Fear crawled cold up my spine. “What should I do?” She shook her head slowly. “I don’t know, child. The Moon Goddess grants second chances for a reason, but second chances carry a price. You hold two worlds inside you now, wolf and witch, life and death, love and vengeance. Choose wrong and everything around you will burn.”

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to be clear." "You did, and you did it well. I'll respond right away. Whether I joined a cult or a demonic organization, these are my personal issues, so don't try to get any clarifications. Whether you like it or not, this is who I am. To be honest, I am a witch, and I can prove it to you," she admitted as she looked at her. She could see that her last words frightened her, but she still did it. When she flicked her fingers, fire appeared at the tip of her fingers.

Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying. "Then the seven, were henceforth dubbed as 'Witches' as they received blessings from the Gods though the same manner." He was left at loss for words. Surely, he may be called ignorant of everything in relation to mystic arts, history and all, but this matter is — something he would rather choose not to believe to. "Your temperature level is declining, I can feel it. Got shivers down your spine, eh?" she teased, pulling him off the track he got lost into.

Mathias theorized, seeking confirmation. "Good, very good. I learned a trick from the book of the lost tales. Each supernatural being emits a unique energy to the universe. Vampires and werewolves discharge much higher energy than witches and wizards, as witches and wizards are more human than supernatural. But still, no matter how subtle it may be, a witch can still be tracked and located using this spell," Mathias revealed, piquing Damian's interest in what he had in store. "Does anyone happen to have a map of this town?" Mathias inquired of the coffee shop staff, who were all under Damian's mind control.