Witch Poetry Novels & Stories

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

He smiled and then placed a soul wrecking kiss on my lips which obviously had my response as I closed my eyes and moved along with him but he pulled away soon while saying with a smile "The way you respond doesn't seem like I am forcing myself, you like it too which is very well evident." I gritted my teeth and with no other choice I let him do what he wanted as I had my own move. He once again placed his lips against mine and kissed me like a hungry wolf. He slowly bit my lips and pried my mouth open as his tongue invaded my mouth making me breathless. He was so engrossed in the kiss that his hands which were initially pinning me to the bed moved to my sides. His lips slowly trailed down to

the grinning witch sneers, “-I believe there are two royal children that I must find.” Raising her hand with a swift waver of her poised wrist, a red glow erupted from within the centre of the witch's palm, causing the men’s bodies to suddenly tense up and freeze while they become overwhelmed by a ravenous pain that spread within. With the air held within their lungs forced up against their will, they crash down onto the ground while clutching their crushing chests. Writhing in agony, the fearless wolves found no ease to their suffering when the lack of fresh air grew to great for them to bare, leaving their eyes to fall empty and lifeless just as the ominous woman’s own.

And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped, throwing the book on the floor as I stumbled too, the shock of seeing words appear on their reeling in my mind. Carefully, I crawled towards the open book picking it up as I read the words written in it. "In the twilight of celestial reign, When shadows dance and stars align, A werewolf princess, born of moon's domain, Shall rise to claim her birthright divine. Bound by fate and ancient ties, She walks the path of truth and lies,

CHAPTER 18 “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie, Dean's P.O.V I wanted it to act cool, but i never learned how to chill, when I have always been cold inside. Fire scorches across my back as I twist away from the witch's claws. Her venom is particularly potent, slowing my reactions and dimming my vision. "On your right!" Joe leaps for her, sword swinging, but she disappears in a black plume and cackles with glee.

It was a rather big tome covering many centuries of laws so I was thankful that one of the past kings had a Witch enchant it with a spell making it easier to relocate. I pulled out and opened the tome, skimming through the pages looking for a suitable punishment which I found as a change of role way. The willing victims would be able to punish the ones that abused them, though they will be using a punishment whip dipped in this Prides version of the Death’s Door poison.

She leaned into him, letting the wolf and the witch settle into the sanctuary of his arms. Outside, the wind sighed through the pines. Unseen eyes turned toward the pack lands. And somewhere beyond the forest, on sacred ground, magic stirred in recognition. The Weaver had awakened. The light had shown the way. And winter was coming.

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem to have an echo, reverberating around us. — With blood and fire I Thee send ...With blood and fire I Thee send ... —To the place where you belong… Where you belong... — Hoping that my future bends ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

The music slowly fades of as lights faded, changing the scene. Light Fades. I have been through dozens of books, tried reaching for Arakah, even tried concentrating but all I get is one same result. One that takes me back to this. Daniel stretched out a note which perhaps, as seen, he tore out from a book. Pouncing more books on the 'Palace Library WideSpread Table', he opened the pages up to specific pages and each had the same result. "Divided gesture power of witches conquers what destroys light."