Witch Myths Novels & Stories

Vials of potions, glimmering with a mesmerizing allure, stood as silent witnesses, their contents whispering tantalizing secrets in hushed tones. This sanctuary of ancient wisdom had stood long before the reign of Alpha King Alexandros, even during the time of his father, King Crimson. It was said to have once been the abode of witches, who had masqueraded as saviors of the kingdom several years ago, during a time of great despair. The werewolf community was ravaged by a deadly and swift-killing virus, and it was in the desperate throes of this turmoil that the witches revealed themselves, offering their healing arts and promising a cure.

I asked. I was once told about the Vine of Witches by Namilla and my father. A coven of witches and wizards who draw their powers from the shape and ideology of water. They worshiped the saltwater goddess, Salacia who is in line with the Moon goddess. Which was why there was more of a connection and unison between the Werewolves and the Witches than the Vampires. “It all has to do with your mind. When you are ready to drink some water, you will break free from your healing cord and drink some water from this pot.” He told me and then left before I could ask any follow up questions.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

Yes I know babe ,but he has a better explanation for that so just listen ,I decided to consider his words and listen. "I am sure you know that once upon a time , creatures called witches existed ,my mother is one of them and she was supposed to be queen but her right was snatched away from her ,now that things can finally be in place for her ,a prophecy of which long time ago failed to come to pass ,has risen again and in that prophesy lies this particular maid . "Do you know what a wizard is ? "No I don't , how do you expect me to know what that is?"I said rudely and he smirked and brought out a big book from nowhere in particular.

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

“Okay, then I’ll take your word for it. They harmed no witches.” “Of course, they didn’t harm any witches. There’s no species of supernatural creature truly connected to witches. The church made up the whole witch thing and then tried to fit every person into that category that didn’t fit their narrowminded views or got in their way. Others just ran with it for their benefit. The closest creatures that exist are Druids, Mages, and, of course, Shifters. That whole changing into bats and cats is probably from someone witnessing a shifter changing form. Druids are natural healers and close to nature. Mages, they’re educated, they work their magic through study, and a connection to the stars.”

she asked as she climbed unto the bed. Arthur looked at her in shock as he didn’t expect that she would ask him such a question. It seemed she was slowly starting to exhibit the traits of a Luna. “We followed their scents,” he answered. “The hydras were affected by Alphaeus and the other witches magic and so they couldn’t move as fast they could.” “There are other witches here?” Amelia asked in shock. She had never seen any other witch and no one had ever mentioned them so she naturally assumed that Cara was the only witch and Alphaeus was the only wizard.

"A witch named Sybil. A mate, Wyatt. A virgin, Misty," she whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "She serves the dark lords." After a moment of deep contemplation, Hazel's mind suddenly connected the dots. Sybil had the uncanny ability to transfer her spirit into Misty's body. Hazel realizes Sybil's plan: to inhabit Misty's form, mate with Wyatt, and leave Hazel marked with an opposing spirit, signifying Wyatt's deadly intent as her own mate. Hazel knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself against such a threat where she had to fight her mate. All of Sybil's sinister machinations to conquer the world were beginning to make sense. Hazel understood that she couldn't achieve dominance alo