Witch / Wizard Novels & Stories

The screaming starts. We do not find out much. The witches that are attacking are not part of a particular coven. They are almost like rogues traveling alone or in small groups. Someone just shows up and gives them their assignment. Hester did not know who this person was nor did she see their face. The woman just shows up gives them information on where to go and what spell to use.

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t

“If it’s about the assault, it’s not an issue. General Brandon, Waluyo, and Lorant are there. General Lorant specifically is very passionate about protecting me. He didn’t even allow me to use my magic.” “Hmm…” I mutter. “Don’t tell me you’ve heard that you are being called the Cursed Witch, a Dark Lord’s spawn?” I didn’t respond again. He’s stalling, I know. And this silence, he is just filling it up with words and myths. Besides, the witch term is no longer used. Witches are actually female mages. The wizards are the male mages, like Klevon and Brandon, and a lot of other humans.

"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.

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

“It’ll start burning if I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.” Gildeon leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “There are two kinds of witches,” she explained. “One’s a Hedge Witch, like me. We work with old magic, drawing our power from nature.” She made a twisting motion with her other hand. “Then there’s a Savant Witch. They’ve got a special ability from tapping into cosmic magic through the Dark Plane.”

"Male witches are usually called warlocks," said Jonathan. "Wizard was the context, not the gender. Witch is woman, warlock is man." "Hmm," Noreen murmured as she spread strawberry jam on Jonathan's lunchbox. "So, what are their abilities?" "Anything related to magic. You've seen the Harry Potter movies, right, Mom?" Jonathan asked again. He licked his jam-stained fingers. "You have a warlock's friend, Mom?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just interested in a particular topic," Noreen said quickly.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.