Witch Stuff Novels & Stories

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! The remaining seven elders waved their hands, throwing out their talismans in an instant. All sorts of wretched shapes resembling different things appeared in the air. Foxes, pythons, and even a cyclops appeared. Harvey sighed, then flicked his finger again. Poof! The seven elders started coughing up blood, their bodies trembling instinctively. “Witchcraft! What did you do?!” The leading elder was boiling in anger.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

~AJ~ My eyes were bloodshot as I leaped in the air with lethal grace, I attacked the wendigo, my movements were blurry as I kept striking blows at those bloody wendigos who had the audacity to break through the barrier. My body filled with the fucked up sticky purple blood, but I cared less, all the anger from earlier was being directed on them. I can't count how many I've killed, they just keep popping out of nowhere. I had asked Curio and Cathbad to help build another barrier, since they are druids, the barrier they would create would be stronger than the one made by the witch. I dug my claws dipped into one of the wendigo necks and ripped its head off. They slowly became contained, I had

His bones made a cracking sound and his fangs and claws elongated. "I hate werewolves." Sasha scowled. "I guess I have an answer. Attack!" She ordered her army. Elsa looked around with beads of sweat trailing down her face. How do they get away from these witches? Different thoughts ran through her mind. When she heard Chris's clothing rip, he stared moon-eyed at him. His shirt got torn as he grew increasingly bigger and broader. His elastic trouser expanded. His long fangs and claws grew more pointy, and he had thick furs trailing most parts of his body.

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

“I will tell you everything you need to know but first, promise me you won’t freak out.” “Freak out? Cops don’t freak out.” Detective White took his sit next to his wife. He focuses his gaze on her. “I’m all ears,” he said. Susan cleared her throat and began to speak in a tiny voice. “I’m an evil witch.” She lowered her head slightly. Detective White chuckles and hissed loudly. “There’s no such thing as being an evil witch in this 21 century.” Susan hissed. She silenced her hiss. “And yet you have seen werewolves and even hunted them.”

Within the blink of an eye, Dabria was standing in front of the woman alongside the man only Dabria could see. That man leaned towards the left side of the witch's neck. While Dabria leaned towards the right side. Both of them sank their fangs deep into the witch's neck. While Dabria drank her blood and sucked her dry. The man with Dabria ripped the witch's soul along with her powers out of her body. The witch's body fell on the floor as nothing but an empty vessel. Dabria turned to look at that man, standing beside her, holding the witch's soul with his fangs. She saw a proud smile on his face as he watched Dabria. His eyes suddenly widened and what looked like a green light, suddenly made

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

Jim was getting bored watching Cassie and Mitch staring at each other awkwardly. Jim needed to see some action, some telenovela shit go down, werewolf style. So he made the first move, since Mitch was looking like an idiot with drool wetting his chin and pre-cum wetting the front of his pants. Jim could smell the fool's arousal. It was disgusting.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”