Witch Stories Real Novels & Stories

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.

" Alora yelled, holding up the torch. I saw several arrows whooshed past my face, going at her. I reached for a few in reflex but at least three escaped my grasp. "No!" Raedwulf Lykaon yelled. I saw a flash of movement and the next thing I saw was Saraya holding a woman in a red cloak in front of Alora. The arrows ran into the woman's chest, gut and shoulder and she immediately withered, screaming till she went still. Turning in the direction the arrows came from, I saw it was exactly from the opening I suspected must be a secret passage. Raedwulf Lykaon was already there. He punched the opening to make it wider and pulled out more witches and wizards in red cloaks, tearing them apart in pur

Jackson replied and walked away, leaving Lucia on her own. She watched as he left and tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of her mother. No matter what everyone else thought, her mother always stuck around for her. She missed her at this crucial point in her life and she missed her more for the bedtime stories she often told her. Her mother never hid the fact that she was a witch and she often told her stories about witches, both good and bad ones. She recollected her best story and tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined her mother sitting on her bed with her and telling her the story.

Queen witches can live up to four hundred years," she said with irritation and I wondered why she was getting all worked up at me. I am just an innocent wolf listening to a story. Anyway, I kept quiet and waited for her to reign in her emotions. After that, she continues, "like I was saying, twenty years ago, the watcher witches suddenly came to the palace running. That candle had suddenly come to life again. She was alive. And, not only was she alive but using the candle, we were able to locate her. She was in the Blue Waters Pack. She had become the wife to that wolf and already had a son and she was pregnant again.

"You really had some guts, following me around and trying to mess with my relationship." "Yeah… uh uh… you're messing with my relationship! Brian and I are perfect and made for each other. I started attending Bertley Gills because of Brian. My entire destiny since childhood has been tied to Brian. I can't just let you take that away!" She dragged herself to her feet, placing her palms on her knees as she panted. Her legs wobbled, causing her to stumble, but she quickly held herself up, shooting a death glare at me. "What are you? I've never heard of a werewolf that can make another switch against their will." Her eyes drew in askance. "Are you a witch?"

"No. Jacob Black is just a figment of the director's imagination, but Taylor Lautner, I suppose he could be a werewolf too, but I've never met him." "What about Edward Cullen and his family?" I asked again. "Are vampires real?" "Yes," Thiery nodded. "Vampires are real. My family has good relations with several vampire families." "Witches?" "Real. Ava is the last white witch of the Gardner family. Her family has been my family's advisor for generations." I frowned at the mention of Ava's name. No wonder Thiery was so close to her, and I guess I'd already considered her a witch before, given her annoying attitude.

she yelled as she stormed out of the kitchen "Rejection?" I asked confused "You don't know rejection?" he asked and I shook my head in denial "You know about mates?" he asked "Yes" I answered and he smiled "Do you know about mating?" he asked and I shook my head negatively, I might be living with the werewolves, but I don't know a lot about them, I know everything about witches, because I am a witch princess "Do you know we are werewolves?" he asked and I nodded my head in yes

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

It was as beautiful a sight as dangerous and thus attracted a lot of tourists. Several other broken statues and creepy abandoned houses, hidden tunnels and caves; stone structures and grooves of unfamiliar trees had all hinted at the existence of witches in the past. But all those were supposed to be stories. Unreal. Just sinister tales to be recited to notorious kids who refused to sleep after dusk. And that was all they were to Eira once. Stories. Until she had come across a vampire in the cemetery and then met a warlock. She wondered if centaurs were real as well and another shiver travelled down her spine.

Aldrich I swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves. Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly. How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?