Witches Cane Novels & Stories

Fires crackle throughout the territory, casting dancing shadows that make the carnage look even more hellish. The Silvanus pack has been decimated. But there's no time to process the horror because immediately, my eyes lock onto a scene that makes my blood run cold. At least twenty witches are scattered across the pack grounds, dark energy swirling around each of them like individual malevolent tornados. They're clutching objects in their hands—small, dark artifacts that pulse with familiar magic. Emergency portals, I realize with a jolt of recognition. Just like the one Elder Thomas used to escape from us.

Witches became interested in Estelle because this is the first they have seen an Alpha, especially a Luna which is very rare. Witches who specialize in Floating incantation brought Estelle. They need five of them because floating incantation is like lifting an object or living things but with their mind instead of their physical strength. They slowly bring Estelle inside of the cave to where Leilani is. Cassa then glanced at the witches who were looking at Estelle and then spoke, "You should go back to the chores. We elders will handle this matter. Especially you three.." Cassa then points her finger to Flora, Petal, and Cassia. "... We will ask you some questions on how you three found her.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

I say mockingly, "you can only stand against me if I'm powerless. Pathetic witches..." "You're strong, but not smart," she mocked back smirking. "You underestimated us, so thanks to that. And this is where your history ends. Now? Farewell, Kael." The witches' incantations grew louder, it sucking my strength even more. My breath became struggle which made me clutched my chest. "H-How dare you!" I groaned. The witch let out a shrill cackle, as the wolves rushes towards me. She yell, "Smash all the wolves of the Cursedmoon pack! Kids, adults, Females or males wipe them out!"

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Soon all the knives were raised in the air on another hand— Rosie and other witches started spelling while controlling monsters balanced under them. "BUAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The monsters growled as soon as their bodies started pulling towards the cage. "Phasmatos Tribum!" The witches yelled at the top of their lungs. "Buahhhhh!" The monsters started flying in the air. Their bodies are not in their control anymore. I closed my eyes while collecting all of our knives together. The witches made them gather together, and I made the door with all the knives, caging them inside. Rosie looked at me while giving me a signal.

“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” The witches begin moving, their steps measured, skirts brushing against the painted sigils. Ardan stays near the door, his arms folded, jaw tight. He’s not a witch, but his presence is both protective and restless…like he’s ready to drag Lumina out if things turn bad. They form a half-circle around the table. Candles are shifted into position, herbs placed in a small clay dish. The sharp scent of mugwort rises as one of the women crushes it between her fingers.

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

I joined Kade on the couch, and Tom moved to sit with us. Kade breathed. “I couldn’t find a witch to locate the invisible that escaped. I hoped to find a rogue witch, at the least, that I could talk into helping us, but I couldn’t find any. However, I found this. Got it from a rogue werewolf.” He held up a metal object, something like a handcuff, which I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a dark object used to restrain witches. Once cuffed around their wrists, their magic is neutralised until taken off.” He explained.

They rallied, their voices rising in unison, a dark chorus that filled the clearing with a palpable dread. My witch pivoted, one hand slicing through the air as another bolt of lightning erupted from her palm. It struck a second witch, the force sending her crashing to the ground in a cloud of smoke and sparks. The power radiating from Evelina was mesmerizing; it was as if the storm itself had chosen her as its weapon. The remaining witches charged, their dark forms darting like shadows. My heart raced, a primal instinct urging me to intervene.