Witch Myths Novels & Stories

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

“You mean it won’t be easy.” She shook her head. “Witches are tricksters. They’re slippery and sly. They can teleport, change their appearance, and even move their entire homes with the snap of a finger. If you make an attempt and fail, the witch will come after you with a vengeance unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” The warning hung heavy in the air. Nathan, who had been silently listening, finally spoke. “So, if we do this, we have to get it right the first time. No room for errors.”

I raised an eyebrow in her direction. Magic? Had my sister truly suggested that magic was a possibility? No…no, there was no way. “I’m not joking!” Leila quickly added before I could respond. She held her hands up as if to soothe me, only my heart was racing too fast to stay calm. What she was spouting was dangerous and impossible, but even though I didn’t want to hear it, Leila’s mouth kept running. “Only magic could do that, Flynn! Trust me, I’ve read all about it. There’s more than just werewolves out there, brother. We aren’t the only species in existence, even though this kingdom likes to pretend otherwise. There are witches and warlocks from Eanica—”

” Martha said before looking at Victoria, her eyes tearing a bit. Looking up in the air, Martha tried to gain control of her emotions before she started again. “At that time, my mother was so thrilled about helping me that she took the help of the sacred books without the knowledge of my father and didn’t even check if the witches of the white world were allowed to perform that spell or not. And guess what? It was a sin for the witches of the white world to even see that spell, let alone perform it.

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

Hope has been long gone in the eyes of soldiers. This has come too far. When night falls and the light of the moon comes and shines over us, that is the time we are being pushed back and even now we can't do anything. We witches and fairies are sorcerers that take life from the sun, while warlocks and werewolves take them from the moon. Our forces are weakening. Hope has been long gone in the eyes of the soldiers. I can't let this continue on. I can't let my kingdom, my world suffer when I could obviously do something for them. I must do something.