Witch Title Novels & Stories

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

We broke our engagement not long ago and got nothing to do with each other. "I appreciate your concern, but if those men show interest in me, maybe they can become my potential spouse," I smirk. "After all, I'm an eligible bachelorette. It's time for me to find a husband." "Alice-" "It's Mistress to you," I corrected him as it caused the look on his face to turn red. "You may be the Crown Prince and soon become king after your father steps down, but here I rule this kingdom. I'm the Mistress of Pandora…The Red Witch."

“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?”

She winked at us and smiled, “Yes they did.” Then Levi approaches us with a tiny blonde woman with bright blue eyes. She was just too cute for words. Levi smiled, “Breena Pari, of the Fairy Kingdom, meet my brother, Prince Elliot and his new mate… is that Elisabeth?!” Elliot and I laugh, and I chime in, “Elisabeth of the White Witch Coven. But it’s just Elisa now.” Levi laughs, “Bro! All of our prayers were answered!” Elliot smiles, “Yes they were. If you’ll excuse us, we want to talk to Queen Winnie and mom and dad.” Levi chuckles, “In a hurry to get out of here?” Elliot laughed and just shook his head as we walked away.

I continued, “From a vixen to a wench.” “From a whore to a wench.” Pertrece corrected, “Soon to be chef.” She poured the wine into my cup, “I've laid with my fair share of married men. From farmers to traveling lords. It's not something I'm entirely proud of.” I accepted the cup, confused about the coolness that seeped from the cup. “It's cold.” “I prefer my wine chilled.” I took a tentative sniff. It didn’t smell off. Curious enough, I took a small sip.

Alex asks “Sorry but whatever aura you were trying to push my way ain’t gunna work on me us witches are immune to those kinds of things” I say shrugging my shoulders “Well I guess I’ll just have to find another way to make you do what I say” he whispers. I rolled my eyes at him. “Ok let’s get you to the town hospital.” “You good bro”, one of them say as they walk their way over to Alex and I. “Yea thanks to her” he smiled down at me. “Josh this is Sierra, Sierra meet Josh. He’s my best friend and future Beta of the pack.”

One catches my attention, its title still legible beneath the grime. Book of Prophecy: The Witches’ Oracle. The words stir something in me. Prophecy. Oracle. Strange, heavy terms that feel both hollow and important. I flip it open. The first page is blank. The second, torn. The rest, scrawled in symbols I do not understand, curving letters that look more like marks than words. They mean nothing to me. Useless scratches. Until a small slip of paper falls from between the pages. I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read.

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens. “Let’s see if you can block this!!” She shouts after a moment of gathering massive amounts of energy, but the same result. “Move! I’ll handle this little bitch!” Titus says in his wolf form. “Woah, no need for name-calling. I only took your hand.” Titus’s wolf growls. “I’ll kill you.” “Well, you can certainly try. I was getting bored with your witch...No offense.” She turns to the witch and smirks.