Witch Stars Novels & Stories

Stronger than rogues, faster than most wolves, and loyal to no one but whoever summoned them. The other half were Witches. Their palms burned with blue flames, strands of dark magic spiraling around them like snakes. Nathan snarled. "Someone sent both species. This is coordinated. And we know who it is." Mark growled in response. Stella’s voice rang through the battlefield, sharp as a blade. "Spread out! Keep them away from the palace doors!" Without waiting, she launched herself into the nearest group of witches. She moved like a blur—too fast for the eye to track. One witch raised her hands to cast a binding spell, but Stella appeared behind her within a second, gripping the witch’s throat

"Stella was a hybrid—a witch and a vampire. She was raised in a vampire household but never denied her other side. When her family found out, they crucified her for it." A wave of disbelief crashed over me. "That’s it?" My voice rose slightly. "Just because she accepted herself, they killed her? That’s beyond cruel!" Hades didn't respond immediately. Instead, he studied me, his expression unreadable. But then— "But—" I hesitated, frowning as something clicked in my memory. "When I saw those people in my vision… I noticed something strange. The women… they looked pale. Paler than the male vampires. As if they weren’t… alive."

Stella gave out a nervous laugh, before she said, “Yeah, I am an abomination that my mother’s Coven will not accept. I thought once I was free, I could go and live with her, but that is not the case. It seems they don’t care for my kind.” It then hit me, why Stella was here. She had no other place to turn to. The thought of having a witch to help Nightshade was tempting but Stella had clearly been used her whole life and I honestly felt bad for her since she truly didn’t belong to either the witches or the wolves. She was stuck between the two worlds, and one didn’t want her and the other used her for what she could do for them. “Stella you are more then welcome to come back to Nightshade wh

“You will explain to the werewolves that you are exchanging your lives for her freedom. They are not to violate this pact or attempt to rescue you. In return, I shall never lay claim to this Crescent Child.” “Agreed,” I say. I wrap the gold bracelet around my wrist, and soon Sterling, Stella, and I are back on the sun drenched beach outside the San Diego pack house. “She’s here! Stella!” Sarah, who has apparently been watching the portal with constant vigilance, comes racing down the beach. Her mate, Nash, is close behind her. They both take Stella into their arms, wrapping her in a family embrace. “Thank you, thank you,” Nash says, his eyes filled with tears.

Immediately, everyone turned to stare at me. “Oh, she had a meeting last night,” Stella 2, my semi-adopted daughter, said with an exaggerated knowing nod. “A meeting?” my sister, Stella 1, asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. Stella 2 leaned in dramatically and whispered, “She had one of those ‘witch’ meetings with the other witches. They all sit around with candles and stuff.” She wiggled her fingers in the air, mimicking mystical powers. My sister gasped, “Like with the Moon Goddess?”

“That´s your mother´s real name. It appears that since Laurence can´t kill your mother, he´s aligned himself with a witch who can, even though he hates witches.” “That bastard.” “The next thing we know, the black werewolves were on us. We were overwhelmed. I saw Tank get killed. Then I was able to escape.” Nolan turns to Seven. “How did you not see this coming?” “My visions are limited. And these witches have a way of evading an oracle´s foresight.” “What I don´t understand is that Stella´s been underground for a number of years. Why would she come out now?” Lucas said confused. Seven shakes her head. “That´s not true. Stella Dubois has been working in the shadows all these years. We believe

Stella quickly said as she forces her way out of Scott's arms, he growled but stayed still. "You mean this?" Stella turns around when she heard another voice. She looks behind Scott to see another girl, long dark brown hair that was straight and was pulled back to rest on her back, her brown eyes were sharp and was looking at them suspiciously. "That's mine" Stella quickly grab onto Scott's hand. "Dude chill, I got this" Stella whispered to her best friend. "Yes, that's his can I have it back?" Stella was grateful that she managed to ask politely and not in a rude sarcastic way.

“I will make arrangements.” “I don’t forgive you,” Aislen said as the witch turned back towards the warehouse. Stella paused and glanced back over her shoulder. “It was a shitty thing to do, mucking with my birth control. But…” She crossed the distance between them and hugged Stella tightly, breathing in the scent of herbs and sage that clung to her. “I am glad to see you.”

"Don't make this worse." "It can't get worse. You people killed my wife. Framed me for crimes I didn't commit. And now you're holding my daughter hostage to control a prince you've been manipulating his entire life." "We're just following orders." "Then you're following the wrong people." I raised my staff and the parking garage exploded with power. The witch sanctuary was hidden in the Appalachian mountains, protected by wards so old they predated the Council itself. I arrived just after dawn, exhausted from the magical exertion and the fight. Three guards had required hospital treatment. The other five would wake up with headaches and no memory of our confrontation.

This whole shifter thing is starting to feel very one-sided. “Her wolf won’t let her out.” I recognise Starling’s voice a split second before she steps from behind Beta Connor; unlike the Beta, she’s looking my wolf dead in the eye and there isn’t a single sign of submission in her stance. She looks as beautiful as always in her red dress and perfectly made-up face but I can finally smell her true power, theres a hardness to her that I could never sense before unlocking Talia but now that's all I can smell. I can see the hard edges to her aura and the faint white glow that seems to cling to her skin; if I didn’t already know she was a white witch pretending to be something else, I would defi