Witches Among Humans Novelas e Histórias

Only a few of the witches still retained any semblance of their human form and their mummy-like features and raspy voices, frankly, gve me the creeps. And the fact that they use rogue wolves to do their bidding...it makes me sick to my stomach. Everyone knows that the only thing that makes a werewolf even close to being civil is being part of a pack. These rogues hold their humanity to them by a small tether, many of them unable to completely shift back into human form. They stink of the humanity that was leaving them. They constantly fight among each other, sometimes killing one another. The Riding Hoods don't care, they just send some acolyte to find another rogue.

I said, gripping his shoulder, grounding him. “There are more,” he whispered. “Further in…” I looked around again. Silver embedded in skin. Bones twisted at unnatural angles. Fangs pulled out. Fingers crushed. I stood slowly, fists clenched at my sides. “Humans will pay for this,” I looked at Arnon again, and for the first time that night, I did not feel the weight of the crown. I felt the weight of war. “And for the rest of humanity with them.” The war was not against witches. They were the oldest evil of the land. The war was against humans... humans who sold their souls to witches in exchange for power strong enough to stand against wolves.

Claudia looked startled by her response, "Perhaps but do not be in fear, milady I am sure they are not real." "What about witches?" Rose asked. "I had never heard about them before." "Witches are being that are most of the time full of contempt, according to the books that I read. They place curse on humans and are also a cursed being themselves," Claudia responded, not minding giving the informations, "I also once heard how witches are once humans that had been cursed. As what cursed it is, no one knows about it. Speaking of it, werewolves are often said as beings cursed to never walk under the moon."

"But the story of what happened to them is shameful for everyone involved." One of my guards lets out a low, warning growl. He clearly doesn't like where this is going. Mrs. Elena shoots him a sharp, motherly glare. "Be patient, young man. Let me finish the story before you get your fur up." She turns back to me. "A long time ago, witches lived right alongside humans. They kept their gifts quiet and didn't cause trouble. But eventually, the other powers grew jealous. The wolves, the vampires, and the Fae all felt threatened by what witches could do. It led to a lot of blood and politics."

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

he said sternly. “Please they are torturing and killing my people” I whispered. “I know you think I am cruel to refuse. We helped the witches in the last war and they betrayed us in the end looking out only for their own. We used to have triple the population, before we got involved in the affairs of humans- that war made us nearly extinct. We have been in hiding ever since; cut off from the human world with the exception of the occasional visit from your mother. She’s such a lovely woman, makes me rethink all humans.”

At that time, the three witches showed up, and told the princess that, they may have a useful information, they said by experience, when they were in the business of hurting people, they had came about many strange human beings, and something about human on earth was that, there were not only human existing, some of them were, demigods, gods born of woman, and they may have come across some gods among men,they said without doubts, the princess, Antinuke, bear,and a man called the Goldsmith were all gods among men, she stood up and reasoned, it may be true that Antinuke and the bear are not humans, but herself and The warlock can't possibly be gods or goddess, the three witches laughed unti

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

There were at least two other Alpha’s here, one I knew had been stripped of his title, the other I had never seen before. Looking towards the right side of the alter was a group of about five women, I didn’t need to be told that they were witches. They reeked of dark magic. Most of the people here, looked like they could barely hold it together. It was as if everyone was barely holding on to their humanity, but they all were buzzing with anticipation.