Witch Poetry Novels & Stories

Wolves and vampires might sense power; witches would smell opportunity. I wasn’t merely weakening wards—I was painting a portrait in light and scent: someone powerful was vulnerable. Meanwhile, Dominic and Derek positioned themselves just beyond the edges of awareness, their breath steady. Beneath my illusion, they moved like shadows—awaiting my signal. Above, the waning moon watched through branches, silent witness to the phoenix’s first stroke in the coming war. The witches came first: whispers on the breeze, hoods drawn, chanting footsteps through ancient tunnels. They converged in the flooded stone chambers beneath the tower—the ritual hub where ley lines met. I watched them descend the

Rebecca, my parents, and relatives sat on either side, their cheers filling the air; I heard countless words of blessings. When it came time for the vows, Rebecca interrupted the officiant. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself not to tremble. Then, she raised a ring. "Theo, I didn't want to skip the proposal and jump straight into marrying you. But I promise that I will love only you for the rest of my life, just like I have for the past ten years. So, please, I'm begging you. Will you marry me?" Tears shimmered in her eyes, and in her gaze was my reflection. In that instant, my ten years of love for Ivy vanished like dust in a gale.

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

He ordered her to come out but Ada instead came out of the basement and put an enchantment to the basement such that it will be visible and open only when the right time arrives. The lord was frustrated waiting outside. He decided to set fire to the house and burn her alive. He stood outside so she couldn't run out of her house and waited till the house burnt to ash. His heart felt satisfied. But the knight right behind him gave him a worried look, as he only knew what crime his lord had committed and what the couple actually did. It was an ancient form of sacrifice that the couple used. It used the energy from wounds, tears, and love as ingredients and spells that witches used, which are as

“Our history, how we started our path. That book is a grimoire, a spell book if you will. It holds every spell, curse, potion or summons that the Owens witches knew.” Ivy looked at the page then back at her aunt her eyes narrowed. “Owens? But you, Lucile and mum are all Joneses. Why is Owens so important?” She asked with irritation. Standing back from the book and her aunt. Ivy folded her arms across her chest. Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on.

Penny was so shocked to see the dark dragon could be destroyed easily with just three slashes of light. Not wasting the opportunity, Sophie immediately dashed towards the girl and drew her sword. “Dancing Art, Yellow Crescent Technique,” ​​she said. SWINGG Sophie thrust her sword right into Penny’s stomach. She managed to injure her with the ‘Dancing Art’ typical of the noble witches of the Clonovian ethnics. The black-haired girl fell. “So cool,” Alisa muttered in awe. A cold wind blew, breaking the silence after the fight. Sophie, who seemed to have defeated her, only turned to look at Penny who was lying face down behind her. Her expression was so cold, as if she had gained nothing from t

I opened it carefully and began flipping through pages. The writing was old, uneven, faded in some places, but the words were still clear. My eyes moved slowly over the first page. A bond of two natures… I frowned, turning the page. Born of great magic and sacrifice. My stomach tightened. “What does that even mean…” I murmured quietly. Then I opened another page. Then I saw a drawing on it. It looked familiar as I leaned closer, staring. A woman, clearly a witch by the robes and symbols around her, was standing over two wolves lying on the ground, as strange lines of magic seemed to curl and swirl around them.

Then, with a surge, the horde seethed past the edge of the Pentacle, poured over the border like a wave breaching a barrier. The demons moved closer to the witch as, screaming, she stumbled backward. She was chanting now, in rapid Latin, spells of restriction and banishment. But nothing happened. The black, smoky mass of humanoid demons came on inexorably, and soon came crashing on the witch. There were sounds of brutal tearing and ripping of flesh, before the demons retreated. In the place where the witch stood only seconds before, there only remained her cloak, now in tatters, a few bones, and slimy, black poison.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,