Witch Poetry Novels & Stories

“Wolves asleep amidst the trees, bats all are swaying in the breeze, but one soul lies anxious wide awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, white and sleep has flown. Be warry and up to your guard for the fear that surrounds and along. For the witch whose heart is an utter cold, will curse you, truth be told. She comes she'll go leave naught behind, but curses and bolds. Deep, dark forest, birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies, but one soul lies in a hunting state or disarray. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, oh please shut your eyes. Lie still, lie silent, ut

Humiliated and Heartbroken hunchback Adrian gifted Mariana a farewell gift which was a pure silk red colored gown embellished with ocean pearl, Marian immediately became obsessed with that gown and she wore it however from that very time she felt weird changes in her body, by next sunrise her entire body got covered in boils, soon her boils started bleeding, and she got bed ridden, hearing this incident my grandmother quickly mentioned that Adrian was indeed a ‘Warlock’, A warlock is a male practitioner of witchcraft, she also scolded Mariana parents for her ill upbringing, Marianna parents begged grandmother to heel their daughter however grandmother only promised to help if they give her p

But she didn’t hesitate to help in anyway she can despite her being the weakest. From the edge of the woods different figures emerged, cloaked witches, moving with natural grace like they were floating , their eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. They carried weapons that beamed with energy , spells humming faintly in the air. Some launched projectiles while others advanced silently, attacking from between trees and cutting off escape routes. The defense answered fast. Wolves rushed forward to the staggered lines, some were shifting while running, some of them were already bleeding, and the space between them and the witches lit up with claws, smoke, and bursts of spells. The air was very

The screaming starts. We do not find out much. The witches that are attacking are not part of a particular coven. They are almost like rogues traveling alone or in small groups. Someone just shows up and gives them their assignment. Hester did not know who this person was nor did she see their face. The woman just shows up gives them information on where to go and what spell to use.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

I walked in and found him waiting—black coat, silver hair, a chessboard set up on the altar. “Alessia,” he said. “Or should I say… daughter of the blood war.” I didn’t say anything—not yet. He pointed to the board. Two pieces stood side by side. A Queen. A Bishop. “I’ll give you a choice,” Viktor said, grinning like the devil he was. “One piece walks out. One piece burns.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do they represent?” He shrugged. “That’s for you to decide. But if you choose wrong… the next piece off the board is Luca.”

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

Not once. The witch began with small measures. Words in a language older than the ruins that dotted the border, smoke in patterns that pried and peeled. I felt something inside the back of my ribs — a small, constricted coil like the memory of a breath held too long. When the witch coaxed at it, there was a sensation, sharp and brief: like the brush of a winter wind through an empty room. Something tried to stir and found the shroud too tight.

Her mind was clouded with dark whispers as she felt invisible hands ripping through her soul. ------ "Take this couple that I see Let the love be gone, Knots of discord, knots of hate Soon to part is their fate With this spell, I know I've won I curse their love to come undone!" The witch chanted and the knots she tied around the pentagram caught fire. Gretchen’s voice rose over the noises of the dark shadows that whirled around the cave. Audriana almost felt bad for Lucian writhed on the ground in pain.