Witch Myths Novels & Stories

Not like a wound, but like something inside me was trying to break free, to go somewhere I couldn't see. Then I felt it. A spell. Distant but unmistakable. Old magic, wrapped in desperation and blood, and it carried a signature I'd know anywhere. My mother's. "No," I breathed. "That's impossible." My mother had been dead for five years. Her magic should have died with her. That's how it worked. When a witch died, her spells unraveled, her power returned to the earth. There were no exceptions.

I hedged. “Tell me.” With a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair. “Well… each witch has a strain of magic. Like Ruby has fire magic. There are nine strains. Fire, water, earth, moon, wind, sun, dark, ice—which is different from water—and last is spirit, which is meant to be given only to direct descendants of the Moon Goddess. Each strain has two sides: pure and impure. Vampire is based on impure moon magic and—”

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

He tells me and I nod, waiting for him to continue. “There is a story, passed down through the generations of witches, about the first witch, Aadhya. She was the most powerful being in creation and is said to be the mother of all beings. It his her ancient magic that led to the evolution of dragons, and her heartbreak that created werewolves. The story says that the Blessed Mother and the Moon Goddess are sister deities, they worked together to breathe life into Aadhya and gave her magic so she could protect the earth and those who would in habit it.” He stops to draw a deep breath and feels for something in his pocket. He doesn’t remove the object, only reassures himself that it is still th

He used the opportunity when Selene could not do anything to save her children. With the war getting worse day by day the old witch was forced to worship the moon goddess . Amongst the witches and warlocks they were forbidden to worship any other gods or goddess other than the devil.She needed two other witches to fulfill this ritual because each witch represents each moon phase . The Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone, each of which symbolizes both a separate stage in the female life cycle and a phase of the Moon, and often rules one of the realms of heavens, earth, and underworld.

He shrugged. “Myths and legends are all based in some kind of reality.” She guessed that he was right. Sybil came back to present time and stared out the window just thinking. She had been reading up on a few things. Her time with Niba had made her think about herself a little bit. Niba kept calling her a pythoness. One who was connected to all branches of magic but tended to master in one area quickly. Pythons were rare because they were able to fully learn other branches of magic where most witches were only ever to truly master one. Niba said the last known here was Morgana. That her brother Merlin had disappeared some time ago to an unknown fate. Well guess Areis comment about myths and

The thought of another she-wolf—prettier, nobler, more alluring—by his side made my chest tighten, a sourness like swallowing a whole lemon spreading through me. "Cici, don't be a fool." I slapped myself, trying to wake up my love-struck brain. "He's a high and mighty Wolf King. You're a poor witch hiding in the gutter. You're separated by species, class, and a chasm of wealth." "Just like that witch selling toads said, there are no true feelings between a werewolf and a witch, only business."

She paired me with the person that his family is the reason that witches are endangered species. Before 130 years wolves and vampires were in war, both of them they used witches to do their biting. Vampires had only four witches that they used dark magic. When these witches died in battle by other witches the vampire abducted a young girl and made her coven to do their biting. The witches that had allied with the Wolves got tired to fight a war that wasn’t theirs and they didn’t want to go against their own.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

' By saying this, Artemis closed the mindlink and looked at his mate before speaking. “Sorry. My guards sensed your presence." "Oh!!" "So, where were we? Yes, But I have heard that witches are born with power.” “Well, I’m that witch who doesn’t have their own power. I depend on external sources for my power. And my talismans…” She said, pointing toward her pendant. “...it stores my power.” She added. “See, like there are two types of wolves in werewolves community, pack wolf and rouge wolf.” Artemis nodded his head understanding this example.