Witches Cane Novels & Stories

A wood that won't burn and comes to life once fed with blood. A witch's blood. Once the tree tastes the blood on its bark, it will serve its master and die once the master has passed as well. As the gargoyle announcer announced, I stood in front of the two large dark doors. "Presenting our lady and Mistress of Pandora's Castle, Mistress Alice," he says in a deep voice. The doors automatically opened as I looked at the three princes standing on the side. I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne.

“If they can perform the rite here and now, we will listen.” Winny nodded. The witches stepped forward. The older one looked straight at me and then gave a small, almost invisible nod. She carried a satchel of herbs and a stone bowl. The younger witch, hair like a storm and eyes like iron, pulled from her sleeve a small wooden wand etched in runes.

I keep my eyes trained on the witches that are sitting at the front of the room. The witches teleport from the table and surround us. The pentagram begins to glow with an eerie light as the seven witches begin to chant. The air becomes thick with the scent of magic. I hear clothes ripping beside me and I look to see that Keena has shifted into her beautiful white lycan. Something milky and white falls at her feet as she roars loudly. I can feel my fur standing on end as the witches surround us getting ready for battle. I have faced many enemies before, but I know that these witches are not to be underestimated. I have seen what their powers can do first hand and I have seen their abilit

Arriving at a red mahogany door, I knock and wait. In the span of two minutes, the door creaks open to reveal a pair of tired brown eyes that widen upon sighting me. “Alpha,” Anya greets. “How can I help? Is everything alright with Natalie?” “Not yet. But it will be. I actually need your help with something else. The witches are here and they are hurt pretty badly, they require a small mortar and pestle as well as some water. Can you help with that?” “Of course, Alpha. Let me just get dressed and I will get them ready.”

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

The other witches exchange nervous glances, sensing the shift in power dynamics. Without another word, I channel my energy, unleashing a surge of power that disrupts their gathering. The air fills with chaotic energy as spells fizzle and dissolve, unable to withstand the force I exude. One by one, the witches retreat, their once defiant expressions replaced by fear and trepidation. They scatter into the night, their gathering dismantled and their intentions thwarted. Adam stands beside me, a silent witness to my display of authority. I turn to him, a satisfied glint in my eyes.

The sound of chanting echoed through the mountains. At the far end of the camp, hidden beneath a dome of shimmering dark energy, Rowan stood in the center of a rune-marked circle surrounded by thirteen witches. The air crackled with raw power, the ground trembling beneath their feet as they linked hands, casting a spiraling vortex of dark flame above their heads. Rowan's long hair was unbound, flowing wildly in the wind stirred by the enchantments. Her voice rang clear over the chants, weaving ancient curses into the threads of magic.

As if each laugh held something bad. I clutched at Orion's hand. He did not flinch, but gave my fingers a hard squeeze of reassurance. We continued on further. The cave opened into a larger cave that was filled with a pale blue light that seemed to come from the rocks themselves. And that is where I saw the witches. They were seated on rock thrones in a wide semicircle. Twelve women. They were all elderly. Their skin was draped in folds and wrinkles like parched paper, their hair slithering in thick matted locks, their eyes hollow. But their eyes, God, their eyes, blazed with dagger fury, focused on us with wordless fury.

Their were a lot of times to fall in love with each others. Lisa pursued her lips together hesitantly, " I..I was actually hurt by some black leaves that turned black only when the rain began to fall down. What were those things?" Lisa heard him intaking a deep breath. His fingers played with her unruly curls lazily as he answered truthfully, " Those are the secret weapons that we use against the witches. They become magically active under rainfall." Lisa's eyes opened slightly in shock. Tilting her head up to stare at Cyrus, she asked again nervously,

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.