Witch Stuff Novels & Stories

Hearing the news of her Father's death would add more sorrow she was feeling already in her. "No one knew she was a switcher, the same night we arrived the land of the Ithakis, the switcher poisoned the foods, she poisoned It with a silver and wolfsbane. You know how dangerous a wolfsbane is." Aiden said, still wondering how the witches were able to lay hold on a wolfsbane, they were approaching the border that leads to his pack. Sharriah wondered how he was able to capture the switcher, and figure out she was a fake version of his slave and she was surprised that such beings exist.

She beckoned to a young witch standing beside her, who swiftly retrieved something resembling a black-and-white stick. One by one, she handed the mysterious object to each of us. As the stick touched my outstretched hand, something extraordinary occurred. Its colors began to shift and change, morphing from yellow to pink, green to purple. Confusion swept across our faces, and we exchanged bewildered glances, seeking answers from Clarissa.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

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.

“Before we… umm… left that cell, why did you say sorry?” “Oh… that…” She looked at me with a guilty expression. “Time was pressing, and I was very weak. So, I had to siphon you without permission.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Siphon me, as in?” “Werewolves possess a certain level of magic in them. We, witches can absorb that magic and use it when needed.” “Sorry?” My eyebrows shot to my forehead in bewilderment. “You mean to say that you kind of absorbed my energy and brought us here using that power?”

The Witch explained. “I still have questions?” She clicked her tongue, “Tsk, annoying.” She commented. “Since you helped me out this time though, I’ll comply.” The woman added, lowering her arms. His anger lessening to bitter annoyance, Allen’s temple throbbed. In a businesslike fashion, The Witch wasted no time. Uttering a series of cryptic mutterings, a complex array of interwoven symbols and shapes erupted in a bright flash of light. Twisting and interlocking like a web, it enveloped the werewolf. Quickly dispersing, it left not a single trace of the werewolf in the square.

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin