Witch Stuff Novels & Stories

He cocked his head, the boyish smile on his lips. "Of course, something about Witches and felines?" He asked her, probably to seem like a joke, but Willow shook her head. "No. Witches can have different types of familiars, I just like cats. I feel relaxed around them and it seems like my brain is a chaotic mess right now." Willow stepped up to his car where Roy opened the door for her. He leaned over the door as she got in.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Since the war, there has been nothing else mentioned in our history books. “Well, hundreds of years ago, if not more, wolves and witches used to be allies. We helped them and they helped us. That was until a newly shifted wolf had lost control over his wolf, resulting in accidentally killing a child of a witch. Both witches and wolves have a weakness against each other. For wolves, we are defenseless against witches in our wolf form but immune to their magic in our human form. For the witches, one single bite from a wolf is fatal.” Eric answered, keeping his eyes on the road. “How are wolves immune to a witch in human form?” I asked, not understanding how that was even possible.

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

Being a Tribrid brought those balances and forces together, and the being that possessed them, in turn, had the power to hold the balance of this world. These thoughts flashed before me as I was standing there looking at Solomon, his face smiling at me encouragingly. “I think you are mistaken”, I heard myself croak, unwilling and scared to believe him. “I had denounced my wolf and focused on simply being a witch. I wanted to tap into the power of the Slavic Coven, and I understand they were never too fond of mixed blood. Plus, I did not want the mate bonds or werewolf pulls to complicate my life. Even with that, I do not understand why you’d think I am Tribid. Tri implies three entities, and

She wanted me dead because of Alpha Deucalion. I screamed as she jumped into my chest and stuck her claws into me. Her mouth lowered to my neck Ready for her kill. I remembered I had some wolfsbane in my pocket I had taken from the witch cave. I quickly reached for it and threw it into her face. She inhales it. I immediately moved away from her as she fell to the floor and her feet started kicking. I cried, scared as I watched her take her last breath. I had used too much wolfsbane on her.

Mathias theorized, seeking confirmation. "Good, very good. I learned a trick from the book of the lost tales. Each supernatural being emits a unique energy to the universe. Vampires and werewolves discharge much higher energy than witches and wizards, as witches and wizards are more human than supernatural. But still, no matter how subtle it may be, a witch can still be tracked and located using this spell," Mathias revealed, piquing Damian's interest in what he had in store. "Does anyone happen to have a map of this town?" Mathias inquired of the coffee shop staff, who were all under Damian's mind control.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

I hissed in pain, watching as blood welled up, warm and thick, dripping down my wrist. The witch’s tongue slithered from her mouth. She licked the wound. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was tasting me. Her eyes rolled back, and she shivered, her body convulsing in what looked like sick pleasure. Then she turned to Beth. Beth whimpered, shaking her head. “Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t—” The blade came down. Another slice. Another shudder of delight from the witch as she devoured the blood.