Witch Poetry Novels & Stories

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.

Getting close to her now would just set off the curse even faster. "We're like two peas in a pod, Ruby and I. We can feel what the other feels. Her power was strong before she hit 20. "However, after her 20th birthday, it was like her powers went haywire. It got unpredictable and dangerous. "I can tell she's been with way too many guys on the down-low, which means her powers are more poison than potion at this point. "So, not only can she not save Sean, she's more likely to drag him down to the depths herself."

When the tray was half empty I crawled back under the covers and waited for sleep that refused to come. Hours later the moon hung high and silver through the window when the whispers started. Low and ancient words curling through the air like smoke weaving together into a chant that vibrated in my bones: DAUGHTER OF EMBER AND ASH BLOOD OF THE OLD FLAME RISE OR FALL BY THE HAND THAT CLAIMS The walls melted away as I stood barefoot in an endless field ringed by fire. Bodies lay twisted as burning wolves and witches locked together in death. Smoke stung my eyes as screams rose and fell like wind.

She did not know whether she was protector, witness, or supplicant, only that she could not remain apart from the heat and the ache. And in the hour that followed, the stone ring—so long a place of warding and division—became a crucible for something more elemental. The witches surrendered to each other, weaving a tapestry of bodies and breath, dissolving the boundaries again and again until nothing but the moon’s light could tell them apart.

There are many dark witches residing within their territory who collaborate with werewolves on evil acts. In that pack, one can purchase potions and various kinds of vials at a hefty price. Males have been known to use these items in order to claim the she-wolf of their desire or hire a witch to perform spells aimed at creating false bonds. Even if the woman was already mated, some men would resort to killing her partner just so they could seize her for themselves with black magic. Some of the elixirs are added to drinks and body lotions. In my coven, we have assigned special code names for these potions. ‘Wisi’ is for those brews they mix in drinks and ‘kroy’ is for the fake mate bonds.

The imposter, no longer concealing her malevolent intentions, retaliated with dark magic, creating illusions that danced on the periphery of reality. Zavier and I, our wolf forms intertwined in a synchronized dance, circled the imposter, each movement a strategic attempt to dismantle the witch's illusions. The courtyard, once a stage for treachery, became a battleground where the authenticity of love clashed with the artifice of deception. "Dominico, snap out of it!" I urged, my voice cutting through the illusions like a beacon of reality. The imposter, sensing the unraveling of her charade, intensified her efforts to manipulate Dominico's emotions.

She says trying to read the words on the cover. 'Mysteries of mates'. "Let's go through it. Maybe we can find something about us. We can start from there right?" She asks and I nod. We place the book on one of the tables and flip through the pages. Like some sort of wind makes the pages flip a little faster without our control until it stops at a certain page. 'Twists of mating' Brie read out loud. 'It can happen in different ways. Just like wolf to wolf,it could be wolf to witch,wolf to centaur, wolf to demons and wolf to humans.