Witch Poetry Novels & Stories

Author's Pov In a dimly lit chamber illuminated by flickering candlelight, the witch stood over her cauldron, the air heavy with the scent of herbs and incense. The atmosphere was tense, fraught with the weight of impending fate. The witch's gnarled fingers danced with precision as she added ingredients to the bubbling liquid, her movements both fluid and deliberate.

The force of their power tore through the night, sending gusts of wind swirling through the trees and casting erratic shadows across the forest floor. Both witches' faces contorted with concentration as they battled for dominance. Sabrina’s energy pulsed with a radiant, almost ethereal glow, her magic weaving patterns of silver and white. The witch’s power, in contrast, twisted into dark, curling tendrils, laced with an ominous, sickly green.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

He sighed as he held Marissa’s hand and walked away from the heart that was now thrown on the floor like dirt. With that, the ceremony began, but the presence of the heart lingered in their minds. As they exchanged vows, the heart glowed brighter, casting an ethereal light over the gathering. The couple felt a surge of emotion, a deep connection that transcended the fear instilled by the witches’ gift.

As they swarmed toward us like a pack of wolves, I fought them off, swinging their body like they weigh nothing. I could feel the heat of their breath on my skin, their claws tearing my clothes. They were trying to find a way to get closer to my hurt mate, but I won't give them that chance. With a fierce cry, I struck out my poisonous black claws, slicing through the wendigos around me and their bodies crumpled to the ground.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

“Ass waving ? The witches ?” “Soleil doesn’t emit any scents. The witches do not do that, so they can better defend themselves against the enemy. So I have never smelled it and no one told me about, yes, you know, the taste. That it is so violent on our senses”. "What the hell are you raving about, kid ?"

‘Look for Pixies and a kiss,’ he ordered generally. ‘What are Pixies?’ asked Maddie. Rodolf and Esmee looked up at the same time. ‘Fairies, the nasty kind, ‘Esmee explained briefly,’ who are also known for seducing men with an enchanted kiss. ‘Oh. ‘ Maddie felt stupid, but also eagerly searched for all kinds of information. Rodolf also got his laptop. ‘Here I have something,’ Esmee said, her eyes sliding over the words in a book. ‘Oh, no, sorry, ‘Witte Wieven’ have white hair, of course.’