Witch / Wizard Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

the man replied. "You're a witch." "No, dear. 'Wizard' is the term for males, while 'witch' is reserved for females. Clearly, I don't resemble a female, making me a wizard," he explained, his tone strained. Freya opened her mouth a few times, unable to find the right words. "What's the matter? Never encountered a wizard before?" he scoffed, offering a faint, enigmatic smile. "I've heard they're vengeful," Freya mumbled, her gaze unwavering.

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.

The most important thing about them seems to be that they are a part of the world's rarest group – witches and wizards. Witches and wizards seem like nothing but a distant reality to the life that I’ve led. In a way, it sort of makes sense that werewolves would see them differently than ordinary humans. I’ve never met a witch or wizard myself, but as their names suggest they are born with magical powers. They belong both to the humans and to the supernatural, placing them somewhere between human and werewolf. I shake myself out of my reverie and return to the present. Mr. Cruz and Morgan Laveau are exchanging stiff pleasantries. Despite Mr. Cruz‘s attempts to appease her, Morgan’s eyes dart

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

The wizard was a bridge between worlds, a conduit of magic and wisdom who would guide them through the labyrinthine paths of enchantment in their quest to free Lucy from her enthrallment. As they beheld the wizard's awe-inspiring appearance, Darren and Maddie knew that their journey into the realms of magic had truly begun. With each passing moment, they could sense the weight of destiny settling upon their shoulders, as the enigmatic wizard prepared to lead them on a path that would test their resolve, challenge their beliefs, and ultimately unveil the secrets that lay hidden within the very fabric of their lives.

For example, Poppy was a water witch, this meant that she could control water and make it do her bidding. Lamech was a fire wizard and so was Claudette. Jennifer was an earth witch and there were also metal and air witches and wizards. “How does someone know what type of a witch or a wizard they are?” I asked. "You don't until you start practising or until you discover your magic and you learn the element that listens to you. For example, if you are a water witch, water just obeys you. Like if you are a water witch and you get in water, it parts for you.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"Not like. But fell in love. I saw he had a chance to kiss the strange young man's lips." My parents' eyes bulged, "Is that true, Rumi?" Dad asked, his voice shaking. I lowered my head, then nodded slowly. Mother snorted in annoyance, "I can't believe it... it turns out that you harbored your holy love for a lowly wizard like him." Hearing Mother's words, my head lifted for a moment. And when he was about to reply, Royce answered. "What's wrong with witches? Anyway look, what is he doing now? He fought for our safety and put his life on the line!”

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I