Witches Bible Book Novels & Stories

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as

I whispered helplessly. “Ah, is that so?” He added another finger that pushed me to lock my arm on his neck, fearing losing my balance. “Why is that?” “You know why.” “I don’t. So, read again.” Hopeless and weak, that’s me. This intense lust and urge to become one with Noah would kill me sooner. I took several moments to savor the pleasure of Noah pumping his fingers inside and out before opening the next page. “Some people believe there is no such thing as a demon. What makes dark witches dangerous is their book of spells. The book of spells for dark witches contains a lot of harmful spells. It also stated witches wouldn’t be able to have access to the spell unless they made a sacrifice.”

I entered cautiously, the same winding tunnels guiding me back to the place where my fate intertwined with that of these enigmatic witches. Inside, the witches had assembled, their presence a palpable force. Sariah stood among them, her expression unreadable yet flickering with hints of curiosity and guardedness. As I approached, the witches’ eyes fixed on me, evaluating and assessing. “I have it,” I announced, my voice strong though my nerves tingled with apprehension. Holding out the book, I prayed silently that this would be enough. The calculating witch—whose name I still hadn't learned—stepped forward, her eyes narrowing slightly as she weighed the tome in her hands. The silence stretch

Wilma didn't want to be tied to the Witches community without knowing much about them. "For beginner Witches, you can still learn spells because we do have a spellbook for Witches, but only up to middle-magic spells. For high-magic spells everything is stored in the Witches Coven." "I think I'll study before entering the Witches coven. I don't want to embarrass myself because I'm a complete novice as a Witches."

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”

If it’s only for Alphas, won’t Chris get in trouble for letting his little sister get hold of it? I shrug and I skim through the pages, trying to find something interesting before trying to read about the werewolf caste system, just like what father said. Everything about the book is foreign to me. Goddesses, werewolves, vampires, phoenixes, foxes, fairies, and sirens? Oh, and before I forget, there’s mention of witches in the book as well. Did my life suddenly become a storybook? My eyes stop at a familiar word written in the chapter: Stars.

Rachael began. "About a thousand years ago, the one you called the millennium, the great book of the witches was created. It was created by Amaya, who was said to be the first pure witch to have ever existed. And the most powerful. No one could be compared to her, then and even now". Rachael stared at the kids to see their reactions. She could see them listening to her like, their lives depended on it. Of course, it does. They needed to know what the book was so they could know what they are after and who would be after them, even after defeating Rose. She continued. "History has it that Amaya wrote the book when she was in a trance for a year. No one knew how true that was but everyone beli

By each other's side, as they should have been from the start. There she sat, cross-legged in the oversized reading chair next to the window, her eyes locked on the thick leather-bound book resting on her lap. The book was an Old historical Testament, the spine was worn, and it wasn’t a book he was familiar with, but after glimpsing the title, he wanted to. The Chronicles of the Goddesses’ Blessed Wolves: Origins and Legends Miles swallowed, his breath caught slightly in his throat. She didn’t see him at first. Her brows knotted in deep focus at the words she was absorbing.

The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom… She saw something now. She went a few books back and found the book that clearly said The Cinnamon Witch. “I found it!”

And the witches stood, not one single strand of hair was hurt. It was time for the witches to launch their own attack. “Globin ignis emittes!!!” The two evil witches yelled. They threw their glowing purple balls of fiery energy towards them. “Die! You fucking bitches!” “Siste!” But one witch simply held her hand out and stopped their attacks in the air. The three witches whispered, calm and collected. “What!?” One of the evil witches yelled out. “Impossible! Who are you?!” “In Auctorem reverte!” The wise witches said once more and the blast boomeranged back to the two witches, hitting them right at their core and forcing them to fall to the floor as well.