Witch Stories Real Novels & Stories

"Then why haven't we heard a word from him?" Just as Diane opens her mouth to speak, his phone starts ringing... He checks the caller's ID and smirks. "Right on time!" He said and press the answer button. "Speak!" He said into the phone. "It's done!" "Did they believe you? Did your story convince them?" "It's not a story, the prophecy is real" He scoffs. "Yeah, the war between witches and werewolves part is real.. but the girl having a vampire prince mate was fabricated by us... so you tell me, is that a story or not?"

Vanessa added again and we all turned to look at Lisa. I'm not a witch. “Witches and Wizards don't exist anymore, they've gone extinct.” Lisa said and I breathed a sigh of relief. “But they could have generations left behind, you never can tell as far as I know werewolves are the only creatures that exist.” Lisa shrugged. “So what are you saying?” I said in a low sad tone and Ryan pulled close to me offering me emotional support. “Since you and Ryan had done all the research,I think we should go with what Vanessa says. Let's check witches' history, creatures that have existed before anything.” Lisa advised.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

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.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“The council estimates that there are less than 500 witches left in the world. Most of those witches live in human territories, and they usually prefer to have little to no contact with werewolves. For these reasons, encountering a spell is pretty rare. However, it still happens from time to time. In a hospital setting, being able to quickly differentiate between conditions caused by spells versus conditions caused by illnesses can be really important. It used to be that you could only tell the difference if you had a witch come and identify the magic. However, several years ago, a witch I befriended taught me a trick to do it on my own. I do not understand how or why it works, but it h

Sybil's interest was piqued, and her expression became curious and attentive. "Papa," she urged, sensing the gravity of the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Rezo spoke slowly, "Your mother is a witch, and I... I am a werewolf." Sybil's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping slightly in disbelief. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of astonishment and confusion.

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.