Witch Myths Novels & Stories

“Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.” My Mum went on to tell me what that meant. The words were of ancient tongues that the witches of old spoke, and it meant ‘the force of magic is never for bad’. What that meant was magic was never meant to be used for evil, it was a positive force meant to be for the good of all.

he said a single word but it answered all my questions at once. "But why would witches help wolves? Witches are cunning creatures... aren't you afraid you'll get tricked by one?" I asked again. He simply shook his head and chuckled. "Many witches are mated to wolves, there are many hybrids of wolves and witches here. They can control nature, materialize things out of thin air and make things disappear. It is a veil, it hides our city and pushes people away from it" he said smugly, the pride he felt in his fellow mates shining through like the great, bright sun.

I'm beginning to lean more and more toward the idea of a witch or warlock in Portland. Witches and warlocks both practice magic, but witches do so using nature, while warlocks supposedly draw power from something much more sinister. Both were driven out centuries ago, way before my time, and ever since the act of registering every supernatural being came into play, the ones who had stayed behind or returned at some point found themselves targeted by overly ambitious vampires or shifters. They're a minority even in other parts of the world.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture. Wamlisia was an elemental witch, one of the two strongest witches to be ever born. She could control almost all known elements and she was also the one who wrote the book of prophecies. The book that now I retained and the world has been looking for it. How my mother came to possess it was something beyond me.

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

In times they said that its origin was the treasure chest of the mermaids and it had powers when immersed in water hit by the sun. - Great pleasure! — The visitors said. — Pirates, looking for jewels, the most valuable... — Lakayna commented with a smile. —Are you a witch? — Igor whispered as he noticed. Witches had a very strong aura and energy. Lakyana smiled mischievously. — I thought they didn't notice! — Broom commented Zeuck: — Maybe you could join us on the trip! — Zeuck suggested. - No!! I have already found my home. — Broom kissed his wife's hand. — I have a beautiful wife, children and…

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

Thinking this, they all looked at Hail, who smiled, then Skye, who looked at them with a puzzled look. “The witch’s world is way more advanced from our world.” Reyan answered as he recalled what Hierro told him about the witch’s world in which the real moon goddess told Hierro. “There were many kinds of beings in the witch’s worlds, including the human beings which the race the witch belonged to.” He said. “But, her world’s apocalypse started when one planet crashed into the planet where the witch lived.” He looked at them. “Then, the witches and wizards were hunted for their blood, which contained their powers, to be used in a ritual, which they believed could save their world from destruct