Witch Stories Novels & Stories

“I will tell you everything you need to know but first, promise me you won’t freak out.” “Freak out? Cops don’t freak out.” Detective White took his sit next to his wife. He focuses his gaze on her. “I’m all ears,” he said. Susan cleared her throat and began to speak in a tiny voice. “I’m an evil witch.” She lowered her head slightly. Detective White chuckles and hissed loudly. “There’s no such thing as being an evil witch in this 21 century.” Susan hissed. She silenced her hiss. “And yet you have seen werewolves and even hunted them.”

Welcoming party? He pulled a white stick from his dress and I realised it was his wand. He rotated it with a chant and the place darkened. I used my wolf vision and found him moving his wand in darkness. The sound of buzz followed by fireflies started coming into the room out of nowhere and it started assembling into words. I gasped when the formation completed and the result was totally unexpected– Happy birthday, Cupcake!

I hissed in pain, watching as blood welled up, warm and thick, dripping down my wrist. The witch’s tongue slithered from her mouth. She licked the wound. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was tasting me. Her eyes rolled back, and she shivered, her body convulsing in what looked like sick pleasure. Then she turned to Beth. Beth whimpered, shaking her head. “Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t—” The blade came down. Another slice. Another shudder of delight from the witch as she devoured the blood.

That he’d been lying. Aria pulled every book she could find on witches down from the shelves, stacking them around her chair until she was half barricaded in by old leather tomes. She flipped through page after page, scanning faded ink and brittle parchment. Most of it she already knew, the stories she had read before. That the six original witches had created the other supernatural races, wolves, vampires, fae, demons. That those creations eventually turned on them, wiping them out and slaughtering their direct lines.

In the heart of a dark, enchanted forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the moonlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, a coven of witches gathered. Their leader, the old formidable sorceress, had been watching the unfolding romance between Alpha Dario and Marissa, the beautiful daughter of the Moonlight Tribe. The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind.

I sat down and listened to Cecil tell me a history about witches and the blue moon pack. Many years ago in the Blue moon pack, a witch hacked a werewolf of the Blue moon pack to death. The reason for this is not yet known up until this day. Some say the werewolf was engaged to the witch and he cheated on her, so she conjured him in her shrine and struck him dead with an invisible knife. Some say the witch killed the werewolf out of pure evil. Lots and lots of stories had been going round but nobody knew the real reason for that.

The type to make Dracula think of her as a love interest. But you see, Werewolves lived in their designated packs while, Witches and Vampires are both in covens. The wolf pack lands were huge and they were subdivided into three which comprised of Red Moon Crescent pack, The Wolverine Pack, and The Fire Dart Pack. She hoped her parents made it in time for her eighteenth birthday. She suspected something had gone wrong. That perception was churning at her stomach, her guts told her it wasn't anything pleasant. She needed something better to do than to sulk, so she jumped out of bed with her phone, still wearing her flip-flops and checkered pajamas. Her pale skin complimenting the milky shade o

she asked as she climbed unto the bed. Arthur looked at her in shock as he didn’t expect that she would ask him such a question. It seemed she was slowly starting to exhibit the traits of a Luna. “We followed their scents,” he answered. “The hydras were affected by Alphaeus and the other witches magic and so they couldn’t move as fast they could.” “There are other witches here?” Amelia asked in shock. She had never seen any other witch and no one had ever mentioned them so she naturally assumed that Cara was the only witch and Alphaeus was the only wizard.

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

Back then, I thought it was just folklore among werewolves, but the pieces began to fall into place as we faced this current situation. “There is a legend I once delved into,” I began, recalling the words of a scientist from the alliance. The legend speaks of a dark spell, magic cast by witches who betrayed their own kind. The spell requires the blood of the Lunas. If the Sanguine Shadows are truly behind the recent surge in vampire activity, then we’ve unraveled part of the tangled web.” Godiva’s eyes narrowed. “What does this spell do?”