Witchcraft Stories Novels & Stories

My family, the true High Wolves, were meant to rule, shield, and protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, as strong as an ancient mountain. But even mountains can crack. All it took was trust, handed to the wrong hands. The woman who came into our lives had a smile that could win the hearts of men. Hair white as snow and eyes that glowed a beautiful blue. She spoke like a queen, but didn’t treat the wolves any differently. My father let her inside our home, our pack, but it was her magic that seeped into our walls and spread poison. I saw her whisper to a rogue alpha, his eyes hungry with power, and she fed him what was ours. Together, the High Witch and the current High Wolf took our

Caroline nodded with a wide smile. “Soul anchor?” I asked and Brianna nodded. “Yes,” she said. “When my people did the sacrifices of the potential Divine Warriors, they used a method to push the souls of the witch into the Neverplain. Remember how they all were there.” I saw a sadness cross her face as she spoke.

I raised my hand, and the hall fell silent once more. "We will hear the evidence and witness testimonies," I declared. "We will uncover the truth behind these heinous crimes, and we will mete out justice accordingly." The first witness, an old werewolf named Ava, stepped forward. She told the assembly of how Rocco and Sarah had infiltrated the pack, using their charm and deceit to gain the trust of the warriors. She spoke of how they had manipulated and exploited their positions of power, using dark magic to further their interests. Next, a witch named Elijah took the stand, recounting how Rocco and Sarah had sought out forbidden knowledge, delving deep into the dark arts to further their am

“William, enough of this, I came for facts and honesty. You acted as if my mum had some secret. As if this Island held a truth, she never told me. She was a historian, and she never lied. I don’t believe you.” William raised a brow. Like he was not believing that fact they weren't real. Like he truly believed in witchcraft and spells. Like women and children were in fact witches or guilty of practicing magic. Maybe they were herbalists. They could be seen as witchcraft. Ivy knew that to this day that knowledge was still treated like witchcraft. William spoke his voice calmer than previously as he channeled all the patience and understanding he could muster. "Ivy, the thing is, witchcraft is

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

"He fell in love with a witch from the Southern Reach. He invited her coven here, thinking to bridge the worlds just as you and Kael might." I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the mountain air. "What happened?" "The coven didn't want peace. They wanted a hive. While the pack slept during a lunar eclipse, the witches cast a spell of binding. They didn't kill the wolves, they turned them into mindless puppets. They forced brothers to tear out the throats of sisters. Kael, a boy of only ten, watched his father rip his own mother apart because a witch pulled the strings of his mind."

"I feel sorry for them. For the ones who burned. For the ones still hiding. For the ones who never got a chance to tell their side of the story. I know you feel attached to the play I don't know why but you don't have to act like it's fine" Cressida's lips parted. Her eyes glistened. "That's..." Her voice cracked. "That's the first time I've ever heard a wolf say that." "Then wolves haven't been saying enough." She looked away. Her hands were shaking. "My mother," she whispered. "She used to tell me stories about Salem. About the women who died. She said their ghosts still walk the forests. Still wait for justice." "Maybe they'll find it someday." She looked at me again. There was something

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

The future was uncertain, but we faced it together. When we finally arrived at the coven's sanctuary, the witches greeted us with a mix of curiosity and caution. Their leader, a wise and powerful witch named Emile, welcomed us into their midst. "We have heard of your plight," she said, her eyes piercing as she looked at me. "And we are here to help. If you are indeed half-witch, we will uncover the truth." The process was intricate and intense. I watched the witches perform unusual rituals, cast spells, and delve deep into my past. It was a journey of self-discovery, and as the days went on, the truth began to emerge.