Witch Myths Novels & Stories

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.

Not again. Without thinking, I jumped out from behind the table, desperation driving me. “STOP!” I shouted, my voice hoarse with fear and rage. The witch didn’t even flinch. Before she could respond, I grabbed anything I could find—vials of liquid, jars, anything on the table—and started hurling them at her with all my might. The bottles crashed into her, spilling their contents across her dark robes. I didn’t know what I was hoping for—maybe a reaction, maybe some kind of sign that I was hurting her. But instead, she just stood there, unfazed, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

"Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location," "But it is very unfortunate, since the war one hundred thousand years ago, the eight cube magicians disappeared along with the crystal cube," "With each passing year, the hidden world seems to be weakening, the spirit power generated by the essence tree is starting to thin out, all living things in the hidden world are accustomed to the existence of spirit power, which can help ease their work," "Impossible!" now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, is

How dare he do this to us. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

Nuri interrupted, “A witch cannot marry without the consent of the chief witch. As far as I know, witches will choose to drink the water of Mother Spring in the mountains to give birth. If a witch decides to marry a man and have children, she must drink a special potion so that her children will lose their magic from the witches. There are no human children born of witch magic in this world. It's a very dangerous thing to do.” Listening to Nuri, I was puzzled. What is the Mother Spring? Why can't a witch marry and have children with a human without consent? Nuri saw my doubt. He explained to me, “Witches are a very old race. Legend has it that their leader was blessed by God hundreds of year

She spoke in between gritted teeth. The dwarf witch laughed again, this time louder and maliciously. “I am the great witch of the seven oceans. I’ve lived alone in this coven for a thousand years. There’s nothing impossible for me to do, except if it’s the will of the formidable gods and goddesses. You yearned for the love of the Alpha of the Silver Crust Pack for so long, but he’s not your mate, and his destiny doesn’t lie with you, but…” The dwarf witch stopped and stared coldly at her, making Imelda curious and anxious.

???'s POV "What the hell is a witch doing here?" Scorch yelled, his eyes flashing orange as his blood boiled. He gently set his sister on the ground before standing to his feet again. "There are no weapons allowed in here," he fumed. Smoke literally seeped from his ears, and his eyes were bloodshot and angry. Dragons believed witches were the ultimate evil weapons because of how the Moon Goddess created them, with the help of a dark witch. "Just calm down. Isis means you no harm," Zander explained calmly, while he raised his hands in protest. Scorch ignored the Wolfman.

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min