Witch Stories Novels & Stories

I had to win because we were up against Juvilan and Stacy’s team. "Let's throw a towel at your ex and your garbage cousin," Lore said. "Come here with me, Carmilla," Maurice said. These two are obvious! Seriously, are they using a couple heroes? Carmilla and Cecilion? What a corny pair, they are obviously in a relationship, but they are just keeping it hidden from us.

Women were prohibited in Sehran at this hour but as the lady in his carriage demanded to meet master Xavier at any cost, the carriage man could not let her down at that. He was blinded by his greed too. "That's an early statement but I can still ensure your well-being!" Princess Rosemary who had her one leg upon the another while sitting charming inside the carriage spoke, she looked at the scenery of the church sliding the curtains a little as the man tensed up after hearing her voice again. The fact that every time she spoke, the carriage man always got weird chills down his spine... she always sounded so mysterious and rare. Maybe the carriage man was just too scared because she introduce

But as with all things, words became weapons, and soon even the common people were drawn in. My mother used to tell me bedtime stories about that era, though sometimes I wondered if they were truly stories or fragments of something she wanted me to believe. One in particular has never left me: a war between witches and the people of the Four Courts. I don’t remember all the details—her voice was always soft at that hour, more lull than history—but I remember the sense of it. That there was once magic in this land, fierce and alive. That it had been stolen, stripped away in a single blinding moment. I never asked whether it was true. Perhaps I didn’t want to know. Yet lately I find myself won

"After we mated and even before I think, Isabella said something about dream sharing?" "I have heard of it but it is rare, it normally is a gift for what we call a natural Witch or Warlock and before you ask a natural Witch or Warlock is one that doesn't need spells or words to use their magick they just need to think about what they want to do and it is done. A natural Witch or Warlock is very rare, they are so rare that there hasn't been one in over five hundred years. The only other way a Witch can usually dream share with someone is by using a spell and potion mix, and that has to be done just as the witch is about to enter into sleep. I have heard an old Witch legend that tells of a nat

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

Mathias theorized, seeking confirmation. "Good, very good. I learned a trick from the book of the lost tales. Each supernatural being emits a unique energy to the universe. Vampires and werewolves discharge much higher energy than witches and wizards, as witches and wizards are more human than supernatural. But still, no matter how subtle it may be, a witch can still be tracked and located using this spell," Mathias revealed, piquing Damian's interest in what he had in store. "Does anyone happen to have a map of this town?" Mathias inquired of the coffee shop staff, who were all under Damian's mind control.

she added. “There’s another way. Do you know any witch who can cast a protection spell?” he asked, and she stared at him in amazement. “What? Witches are real too?” she asked in awe. “Of course, witches are real,” he said. “Please don’t tell me vampires are real as well,” she said, closing her eyes. “They are. These stories weren’t just made up overnight. They’re based on true incidents—and they still very much exist,” he said, and Ashley held her head in her hands.

“Opportunities, if you choose to accept them.” Cautiously she opens the contract first. It is signed by all of the leaders of the Northern California children of the moon: Werewolves, Vampires, Sasquatch, Sirens, Elves, Dragons, Leprechauns, and Witches. All three of her husband’s names are mixed with an assortment of others. 27 signatures in all.

He offers sincerely. I guess that’s fair, though I’ve never revealed who I am to anyone before. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to tell the story for the very first time, “About twenty years ago, there was a war between a witch coven and the werewolf kingdom,” I begin, but Adrian interrupts. “I remember. That was the Spirit Lake Coven. The Coven Mother at the time, Alexstera Hale, was obsessed with taking the Crescent Kingdom from King Lothar. Samael even sent extra soldiers to Crescent City, where most of Alexstera’s attacks were directed.”

"A witch named Sybil. A mate, Wyatt. A virgin, Misty," she whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "She serves the dark lords." After a moment of deep contemplation, Hazel's mind suddenly connected the dots. Sybil had the uncanny ability to transfer her spirit into Misty's body. Hazel realizes Sybil's plan: to inhabit Misty's form, mate with Wyatt, and leave Hazel marked with an opposing spirit, signifying Wyatt's deadly intent as her own mate. Hazel knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself against such a threat where she had to fight her mate. All of Sybil's sinister machinations to conquer the world were beginning to make sense. Hazel understood that she couldn't achieve dominance alo