Witch Stories Real Novels & Stories

"Yes, the people and villagers in the South had been acting very odd. What should I do about this, my lord?" "Send the report back to the church, it is not our work to deal with humans unless they dare to show their nose to our land. But find more about the faceless, their movement is getting very intriguing." Mike replied briefly, looked down to notice Ariana eyes under the eyelids moving lively. He wondered for a moment what kind of dream she was having as her lips sounded she was munching unto something. "I understand," She paused for a moment. "Also, my lord the mermaids in the Mirror Sea said that the lord of the vampires had been making a move." Claudia continued her report when sudden

~AJ~ I had the whole forest to myself, I was on the verge of losing control. Heck, I can't believe I was wrong with my intuition. I wonder who the white witch was helping, what kind of promise did that person offer or perhaps she isn't working with anyone but herself. But why? Why the siragon? Did she know about the bond between the siragon and my mate? I'm kind of confused here and I hate being in this situation. At least, I should get a link between the Wendigos and the white witch.

"Do you remember..those stories of fairies, elves, werewolves, and vampires?" "Yes." Lola took a deep breath. "Those stories are true, Anna. Fairies are real. Vampires are real. Werewolves are real. Sometimes, things aren't always what they seem." Anna sat up from the bed. "Werewolves, Grandma? Vampires?" she asked.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

"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

" 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.

Lazarus sought. "No. It's just that I've been told of the tale of the star-crossed lovers since I was only a fin. LisaRay Vanderwolf and Dracula Cresttooth had been through hell and back." Lazarus cleared his throat. "Well I hate to break it to you, but it's all a myth." Miranda didn’t miss the sad look on Lazarus’s face. "Nevertheless, it was what made me believe in true love," she smiled. "Anyway, if you want to go to Mystic Mountain, you'll have to swim through a whirlpool."

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

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

“Charming.” She smirked. “Werewolves? We’re primal. Pack-driven. We shift under the moon, but some of us can shift at will. We’re the strongest, physically. To us, bonds matter more than blood. Mates… they’re everything.” My chest tightened. I thought of Kelvin. I cleared my throat. “What about witches? Are they real too?” She nodded slowly. “Very. They wear kindness like perfume, but their magic runs deep, old, layered, dangerous. Some heal. Some curse. Some see across time. The oldest ones?” Her voice dipped to a hush. “Terrifying.”