Witch Stories Real Novels & Stories

“Now… tell me. Why did we flee the castle with a dragon at our backs?” I touched the necklace at my throat. Its weight grounded me, though it answered nothing. My mouth was dry. My heart pounded. But I forced the words out. “Do you believe in witches?” Flynn’s brows pulled together, his lips parting before sound caught up. He studied me as though I had just uttered something forbidden, something dangerous. His voice, when it came, was slow and careful. “Witches? You mean… like the ones from the old tales? The ones who once challenged the Four Courts for dominion?”

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

“It's OK, and I'm glad you both told me. It's a little weird, but I will get over it soon. But since we're being honest. I wanted you to know that I still have feelings for Cheryl.” Mitch's body froze as he clenched his fists. “OK, I'm glad you told me.” “So explain the thing about mates again. I wanna make sure I get everything right.” Cassie begged. Mitch told her about the Moon Goddess, mates, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Cassie tried her best to understand everything. The part about the rogues scared her though. Werewolves who didn’t live by the rules made her skin crawl. They walked until they came upon some locals, playing the Congo drum.

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

I turned and left without saying anything else while outside, right in the sky above Avelios Island, the red light was getting brighter. They never accepted any witches. That meant the rule had been broken and Lex, an ordinary she-wolf who I knew only wanted to be a famous luna, had managed to destroy the protective dome of the island of witches.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

Witches came to camp in the boundaries of venngreberg in disguise,vampires there were too weak to smell their presence except a little boy with special abilities called Perseus,he saw through the disguise but couldn't do anything because he was only a boy unless he goes to venngreberg and inform the king

the Witch began to say Latin words. ***************************************************************************** Many years ago in the werewolf kingdom, a witch hacked a werewolf of the blood 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 no body knew the real reason for that.

Tessa points. I sigh. She is right. Witchcraft can be sketchy. And there's also the part that we need a witch to do the spell, if it exists which I am certain it does. As Professor Olivia said, werewolves originated from witch magic. So there must be some spell that can get us rid of this stupid mate matchmaking by the Moon Goddess. But there's no witch in here that can help us. Except Branson who himself seems to be too naive for a powerful warlock. Hmm… "So, what do you suggest we do?" I ask.

"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?"