Witchcraft Stories Novels & Stories

Brock retorted, skepticism lacing his voice. I countered his disbelief, "As it turns out, the legend carries more truth than we thought. Indeed, there was a mermaid princess and a werewolf prince who discovered they were mates. Their families opposed the match, but the lovers were inseparable. Unable to bear the thought of living apart, the princess sacrificed her tail to become a mortal and remain with her love. In exchange for this transformation, they struck a deal with a witch, paying a steep price—their firstborn son. The witch then sold the child to a childless werewolf couple."

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

“Then for me?” Weaver nodded. “You’re a legend and from another place, back in their own gloomy history. Many saw your resurrection and the story traveled far. The tribes understood my magicks and I had a great audience to do my magick. Many told of the ceremony and your emergence from the egg on the altar near Rutland town.” “It didn’t bother you to be watched so as this happened?” Weaver snorted quietly. “Men play like little boys not being able to piddle when another is near. I don’t care who watches me rip this reality in half.”

People stared and talked amongst each other as I walked past them towards Thomas's office, I still held Damon's hand, weather it was for support, or fear of loss I didn't know. We finally reached the mansion which housed his office, when we walked in I saw the statue of the centaur, with the unicorn horn on his head, I stopped in front of it to admire it, I hadn't been able to do so last time "This was Abraham" Damon began "over two thousand years ago a man saved a horse, what he thought was a horse turned out to be a unicorn, he took the horse home and he and his pregnant wife took care of it, and nursed it back to health, the pregnant woman gave birth to a little girl, as a thank you for h

Add to that, the witches have added their ‘witchy lights’ and we can barely get the sprites out of the gardens. We realized much too late that many of the witches needed our help, just as much as other supernaturals. Cohen and I have taken in several single mothers who were running just so they could protect their children. Some have even found their mates among the wolves and even some among the sprites. At first, the wolves would be jealous that their mate had children with another man, but in many instances, these children were the result of some cultish coven event where the leader of the coven slept with all the women, whether consensual or not. According to the witches who have joined

“They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was able to take their prized possession?” My head tilts up as I contemplate the turn of events. “Mathias also told me that Sahara's coven died under mysterious circumstances. I'm going to hazard a guess that th

He offers sincerely. I guess that’s fair, though I’ve never revealed who I am to anyone before. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to tell the story for the very first time, “About twenty years ago, there was a war between a witch coven and the werewolf kingdom,” I begin, but Adrian interrupts. “I remember. That was the Spirit Lake Coven. The Coven Mother at the time, Alexstera Hale, was obsessed with taking the Crescent Kingdom from King Lothar. Samael even sent extra soldiers to Crescent City, where most of Alexstera’s attacks were directed.”

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min