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—”

Vincent had every right to move on with his life. “Tell me,” He snapped her from her thoughts. Amanda nodded. “Yeah sure.” She flipped the pages of the same book until one big title came to their sight. She pointed to the big word. “Yes, I could see that. It’s a myth.” “Demon wolf was a myth once.” “There is no proof that the resurrection spell still existed. The last one existed and killed hundreds of villagers. Under a peace treaty between species at that time, the witches agreed to destroy every evidence about the spell.”

She showed up out of nowhere and was just about to attack me from the back. “No rest for the wicked, Malleteagan”, he said as we watched the blood witch falling on her knees as what looked like Ramaleen’s dark energy siphoned into his mace. Leech saved my life. Motherfucker, I owe him one now. “You know that if you missed for an inch, you could have hit me, and that would probably be my end. I am a son of a chthonic deity.” I said. His mace siphoned elements of Ramaleen’s chthonic energy, which was bestowed upon the witch. As he drew out chthonic energy from the witch, she tumbled on the ground. She was unconscious but alive. This meant that the witch had her own magic, which Ramaalen elevat

My magic, fueled by raw emotion, had amplified the natural forces around me, creating a spectacle of nature's fury. I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. My decision to leave was not just about self-preservation; it was about sparing Alpha from the dangers of knowing the truth about me. As a witch from the Howling Nexus clan, my existence was a secret that could bring harm not only to me but also to those around me. Alpha, in his trust and kindness, had unknowingly placed himself in harm's way by accepting me.

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.