Novel & Cerita Witch Stories

" said Luna. " Well hoonestly I had no idea werewoves were real until after our date last night. After I saw your eyes and behavior change I knew something was differnt, super natural even. My mother and I are witches. I explained to her what happened and she gave me books to read. They really don't depict you well. Are you really dangerous? The books say you devour humans or animal with no remorse. This isn't what I see when I look at you," Tala blurted out.

Her eyes are like blue crystals twinkling in a brilliant cavern. "Hello, your majesty. I am, Lucia, the newest witch of the St. Maria mountains. This is my clan, the werewolves of the Saint Maria forest. I am betrothed to Cody, the next future Chieftain. To what do I owe this pleasure?" The Queen of the unicorns backs away as her hovels scrap against the forest floor. "Do you have the luna lilies with you right now? This magic has been lost to the unicorns for thousands of years. If you have acquired a specimen would you please be so kind and tell us where we might find some ourselves?"

But the more he asked for answers, the worse she became. He hired a private investigator when another forty-five hundred dollars went missing, as did two of his watches and her wedding ring. Kenji himself looked for clues in the house. In the bathroom, underneath the sink, he found small empty bags and some cellophane wrapping. She stuffed them in the middle of a book, The Grimoire for the Green Witch. He was afraid. He told homicide what she was doing. Throughout the book were spells, divinations, and ritual practices. They were all underlined and marked as completed. She was trying to get pregnant. Her desperation led her to witchcraft.

The tension in the room eased slightly, and Lily felt herself relax marginally. "Well," she said, reaching for her glass of whiskey, "now that we've established you two aren't going to kill each other immediately, shall we get on with the family history lesson?" Lily's mother nodded, her emerald eyes, so similar to Lily's own, flashing with an ancient wisdom. "Our bloodline, the Winters, carries with it a legacy of extraordinary power," she began, her voice low and melodious. "Much like the Ravencrofts are renowned among vampires, we are... formidable in the realm of witchcraft."

It’s fun to let go sometimes! Responsibilities.......reality hits home. I need to get home. It’s almost midnight. The forest I’m walking near is Wiccan territory. Midnight is their time, and we wolves respect their power and stay clear of them to allow them to practise without fear. It wasn’t like this a few decades ago. Wiccans and wolves were at war. All supernatural creatures were at war. There were casualties on every side. Innocent supernatural women and children suffered at the hands of their enemies. The ground seemed to always be covered in blood.

Regina's Memories/POV I sit by the window, watching the moon cast its silvery glow. Memories of Dwayne flood my mind, and I'm transported back to a time when love was new, and hope seemed eternal. As a witch, I knew our love was forbidden. The ancient laws, passed down through generations, decreed that witches and werewolves shouldn't mix. The Great Divide, they called it. Legend has it that witches and werewolves were once united, their powers complementary. But a catastrophic event, known as the Lunar Tear, drove them apart. Witches sought control, while werewolves craved freedom.

Conri went on and sat down "They took my mother when I was just a little boy. I'm sure you've heard of how Greiner used to be our home?" Nuala's eyes widened and she listened to him tell the story of how the fairies had gotten rid of all female werewolves. She felt sorry for him, of course she knew the story too but they were taught at Greiner that all werewolves were dangerous and a serious threat to all Fairies and so it was fair in her mind but after listening to Conri and being in his presence, she realized they weren't as they were described.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

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