Witch Stuff Novels & Stories

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!

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

I stood at my place at the table and I spoke at a volume that required the room to be quiet to hear, and the room was quiet. "My name is Sofia Fletcher," I said. "My father was Marcus Fletcher, Beta to the former Alpha King, who served this pack with loyalty until his death. My mother was Maren Fletcher, born of a witch line that has existed for generations." I paused. "I am both of those things. I am a werewolf and I am a witch, and I have spent my entire life hiding the second half of that sentence because I was taught correctly, as it turns out, given this meeting that the pack would not accept it."

Before she could get any closer, I was shocked that Sasha leapt towards the witch. It caught her off guard and Sasha managed to swipe her large claws across the witch’s face. I heard a scream as I watched blood pour from the woman’s face. Before I could think any more about it, Sasha had moved forward while the witch was distracted and clasped her jaws around her throat.

"She is indisposed. If you will follow me." "You don't like Sylvia do you?" I say as I cock an eyebrow at the little witch in front of me. "She doesn't belong here," the witch says with a disgusted look on her face. "She is an abomination." "Because she is a hybrid?" I ask. "Because she is a half breed," the small witch snaps at me. "Technically I am a half breed," I tell the witch. "I am actually more werewolf or lycan than I am witch."

he explained. "Brock, how can I sever this vile tether to the vampire enslaving my friend?" "The path to liberation is fraught with peril. She faces a critical choice: vanquish her vampire master or implore a witch for assistance to escape her bonds. However, one must tread cautiously when engaging with witches, as their demands are steep and their bargains treacherous. They might claim the fate of your firstborn or siphon a portion of your life's essence each month to preserve their youth. More often than not, the price of their aid carries a burden heavier than the advantages it confers.

“I did see these scary monsters. There were dozens of them near a circle of crucifixes holding dead bodies. They had big, bulky bodies, pale skin, and glowing eyes with sharp snake-like teeth.” Lucifer nods. “They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

Beatrice asked. "How did you know?" Danika asked curiously. "The myths are true. They are special, but not white wolves." "What's special about shifting late?" Danika asked. "You can decide to be human forever," Beatrice said. "How?" Danika asked. "They call them Switchers. They are neither wolves nor humans. The switchers lived with the werewolves and were mostly used as a spy to our kingdom, and we won't notice. The only time we are aware is when they shifted and attacked us. At first, we thought it was something magic, but it wasn't - all witches were in hiding, and the white witches' magic is so pure that nothing as dark as imitating the humans would suffice." Reginald paced around. "We

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”