Witch Myths Novels & Stories

“So, witches don’t ride on broomsticks or pray to the devil?” Meredith burst out into laughter. “No. Nothing like that. I would love to buy an expensive broomstick to go with the theme, though.” She stopped laughing and composed herself. “We actually believe in gods, but not like the ones we see in Christianity of Judaism. You already know that the wolves pray to the Moon Goddess. We are the same. We have different gods we pray to. The Moon Goddess is among the strongest of them. Her powers make the waves rise and fall and the animals and earth to be soothed. The witch’s relationship with the world rests on love. We have been gifted by the gods to take care of this planet.” I nodded in vague

I explained it to him “So….. you think she was a WITCH?” Draco further questioned me with a raised eyebrow “Ahhh…. I… I don’t think so she was a WITCH… because a WITCH cannot turn into a ghostly spirit….. If a witch is killed by any other way then burning her she can always revived her body once she found a new body but until then her spirit remain trapped inside her own body no matter how miserable condition it might be in… her body acts as a vessel from which her spirit cannot escape… also an only way to kill a Witch is to burn her body, but if that happened then her spirit is burned with it and she can no longer revived…” I explained Draco, who thought on my words for moment

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

"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