Witch Teacher Novels & Stories

Unlike hers, my silver-white hair had always been natural—for as long as I could remember. “You picked up that pen—without even touching it. You were all the way over there, and yet you were able to pick the pen” I said quickly, confused and overwhelmed. “That’s called telekinesis. I’m still mastering my powers,” she said with a proud smile. “I’m Callista, by the way. And I’m a witch.” I gave her a long, suspicious look. “Are you joking right now?” “Nope. I’m being serious. I’m a witch, but from one of the lower-ranked clans. When Miss Hellcat told me I’d have a roommate, I was over the moon! Finally, someone to chat with!”

Training with witches. “Tucker, Mav switch stages with me!” Alpha commands as he approaches us from behind carrying a lantern in his hands. They acknowledge their orders as Alpha joins Lance talking to the small but mighty group of witches. I take a step closer, joining Tate, Blake and Hong, who are standing watching the witches also. Hong and Tate have a very different expression to Blake. They might as well be drooling. “Where are you going?” I growl at Axel for taking steps towards the witches.

Everyone around us started smiling and nodding in agreement and Wade smiled, “I would love to. The more time I get with my girls, the better for me.” He brought drinks out for all of us, then asked, “So exactly what happened that brought all of you together?” Taylor spoke first, “My very first excuse is I was raised by humans who just found me in their back yard as a newborn. Seventeen years later, I am walking in my back yard, I touch the fence and I’m suddenly in a strange room with a woman who looks a lot like me! I had no idea I was even a witch before that moment. She put shackles on me and told me to wait for my siblings. That’s how I found out I have siblings.”

“You dare come here after what you did!” the witch spat angrily. Alpha Tylor tried to say something, but the witch could not hear him as she was busy choking him. She dropped him to the ground and watched as Tylor coughed uncontrollably. “I came here to make peace.” He finally said when he stopped coughing.

The nervous smile she had plastered on convinced Satake that she was no threat. "What?" Satake said as he put back the knife. "I said, I do it too. You know, visit my Dad just so I can invoke my anger so you are lot alone or weird." "I don't need your affirmation princess." Satake snarled. His gaze settled on the girl. He immediately took note that she was not a shifter. There was something off about her. "And what the hell are you doing here? You aren't a Crow." A smirk formed on her lips. "I am not a werewolf. I'm a witch."

“I can’t very well have her go around telling people she was attacked in my bar. And she knows you’re a witch. Don’t you witches want to stick to the shadows, cowering from humans?” He’s right, and the vampires coming out puts every single coven on edge. “I can handle her memory.” Lucas raises an eyebrow skeptically. “I’ll be the judge of that.” I narrow my eyes ever so slightly and give him a tight smile. “Watch and maybe you can learn a thing or two.” Lucas lets out a snort of laughter, generally amused. “Yes, the twenty-something-year-old witch can teach me something.” “What’s your name?” I ask the blonde girl who’s on the verge of tears.

Her body hits the wall causing her spell to die down around me. The smell of vanilla strikes my senses as I pass the staircase. I look to Lucian, and he has partially shifted using his claws to slash at the witches before they teleport into nothingness. Deciding that he has it under control I fight against the swirling wind and make my way up the stairs. A small witch is setting at the top of the stairs. Wind swirls around her but does not touch her as she sits peacefully.

Lucia’s POV “Jodie Starwell?” I said when she stepped into my office. The fifteen-year-old girl nodded, pushing her glasses up her nose. To think South City had handed this ball of talent to the witches in my past life. I leaned forward, my face blank. “You’re a witch.” Her breathing seized. She dropped to her knees in front of me. “I swear, I do not mean any harm. I will not use my powers in front of anyone–”

Morgan finally breaks the deafening quiet by clearing her throat. The little witch stands, “Speak.” I say when I see her hesitate. “Now is not the time to be meek and now is not the time for any of us to hide things.” I shoot a look at knowing look at Travis. The shifter who had been keeping things from all of us. For how long I do not know. But I intend to find out. “May I begin with what we know?” The little witch asks. “Tell me everything,” I say, and she does. Starting with the dagger and the paintings.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.