Witch Stuff Novels & Stories

“The curse of a werewolf.” I blinked, stunned into silence. My mind struggled to process what she'd just said. "Werewolves? Curses?" I shook my head. "But that doesn't make sense. Only witches cast curses, and Felix is a warlock. He has magic. How could he—”

Sofux was the face of order, Mar, the face of fertility and so on. Aelfric was interested to learn that, contrary to his original notions, witches are not creatures of ritual, sacrifice, and potion. Their powers are of the mind. They can move objects with their minds, pick up on the thoughts and feelings of others, and even imbue inanimate objects with certain minor forms of consciousness. The spells that Davis concocts, are largely colaborations with his three comrades. Though he seemed to always get the credit, and praise for the group's magical feats.

Before she could say more Tristan whistled to let everyone know the class was about to start. “Welcome everyone. You are here today because you will turn 21 this year. At the age of 21 everyone is developed enough to transform into wolf form. For some, it will automatically happen on their birthday. For others, it takes some more effort. Sometimes exercises like meditation can help to find your inner wolf and on rare occasions, a traumatic event is needed. It can happen that the wolf needs to be triggered because of a traumatic event in the past. But no need to worry about that because only 5 percent of the wolves have problems transforming. Today we will talk about the transformation itself

Zeke was strangely quiet, his eyes darting between the two witches but he found himself unwilling to intervene, his instincts warning him to remain silent. The solitary lamp flickered as a sudden breeze stirred throughout the room, cold enough to cause goosebumps to appear on their flesh but the voodoo witch seemed not to notice. Instinctively, Merlin rubbed her arms and gazed quizzically around the room before turning her gaze back to Onika. "Ah sacrifice mussi mek, ah blood sacrifice (A sacrifice must be made, a blood sacrifice)", Onika stated, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "Yuh will overcome much an yai waata will bi shed (You will overcome much and tears will be shed)", she continue

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

The thought of another she-wolf—prettier, nobler, more alluring—by his side made my chest tighten, a sourness like swallowing a whole lemon spreading through me. "Cici, don't be a fool." I slapped myself, trying to wake up my love-struck brain. "He's a high and mighty Wolf King. You're a poor witch hiding in the gutter. You're separated by species, class, and a chasm of wealth." "Just like that witch selling toads said, there are no true feelings between a werewolf and a witch, only business."

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Wyatt, Leith, and Leo- Cordia's Layer As soon as I read the spell to reveal Cordia's layer, the structure appeared before us out of the side of a huge mountain. So did the 5 rouge werewolves laying in front of the entrance. I had never been so happy to see rogues in my entire life. I shifted, and Jaxs took great pleasure in ripping them to shreds. Dean and Angus just let him go while watching our backs.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

“The doctor will be in once we process your information.” “She wasn’t a werewolf.” I was slightly surprised. “She was a witch. Either that or a fey. Both smell the same to me. Like dirt.” I laughed. “Like dirt? Is that what I smell like?” Vic looked at me. “You smell a mess. All your gifts have muddled your scent into a confusing knot. No one would be able to tell from your smell what you are.” “I don’t even know what I am anymore.”