Witchcraft X Novels & Stories

Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

One of the reasons my gammas are constantly inside the borders. Thirty six witches (male and female), divided in five covens, Arkana being the strongest of them with twelve members, and Black Jade being the newest with only three members. I see it as just kids rebelling against their witchy parents. Thinking they know best, i guess. There are some rivalries amongst them, but nothing serious. I believe most of them are basically fortune tellers or charlatans. Still, i always keep tabs. Better safe than sorry.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind. My stepmother calculated correctly that I would not dare make a scene and demand it back in public. What belonged to me, I would take back this time. And I would make them pay a hundredfold. Aunt Marguerite trembled with rage. "Outrageous! The prophecy scroll was issued by the Royal Observatory based on Genevieve's birth date. It foretold her blessed fate. Stealing and switching it will bring divine retribution!

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

“ I'm sure master. I won't gain anything from lying to you. They also migrated. I might be going away to meet them master.” “ if that be so, We the members of the white coven promise to protect you throughout your migration. We will protect them also wherever they might be. Let the migration ceremony begin.” Sylvia walked away from the judgement stand to the podium and faced the church. Everyone rose from their seat to say goodbye in the best way they could. Most of them were emotional. Sylvia was a very kind witch. Aside her beauty, she was loved by all due to her charisma and kindness. It's ridiculous that she doesn't have a .... That is as a result of her own attitude towards things like

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

Here she was, listening to someone tell her that the witches were planning on draining her blood and killing her, and she was comforting me. Rollo paced in my head, wanting to know more information. However, it was highly unlikely that Sarah had any more information to share. “When Xavier was trying to kidnap her, he needed her to be safe. The witches won’t care, so if she is injured in the process, it won’t matter because they plan on killing her anyway.” Sarah shook her head in agreement. “I think that makes protection even more important. They will use any means necessary, even severe injury as a means of capture. Attack her to bring her down and then do the ceremony before she dies.”

I furrowed my brows when I saw sweat beads on Brian’s temple. “Xyla.” I mind-linked her immediately. “Are you coming back? I am going to see my father with Ruben.” She asked me while telling me about her whereabouts. “Sarah….. she is also affected by the witchcraft. Tell Dalton and Henrick to cover Brian.” I instructed her hurriedly when I saw Brian’s hand shaking. “They are already there.” She told me, and I furrowed my brows. “They said that they detected strong witchcraft around the hospital.” She told me further.