Witches Cane Novels & Stories

Author Godsent Banky ************************************************************* ************************************************************* (The Past, Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years Ago) (IN A HAY HOUSE LOCATED FAR AWAY IN THE WOODS) A young witch about twenty two years old named Cassandra was sitting down on a stool, attended by two maids who were braiding her platinum blonde curly hair and these two maids were also witches. “Cassandra, How are you looking forward to your Coronation as Crown Princess of the Gemini Coven??” One of the maids asked Cassandra warmly while smiling brightly as she was braiding Cassandra’s long brown hair.

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.

Morwenna hissed, “The king himself dares set foot in the witches’ sanctum!” “Damn right I do,” Nicklaus growled, stepping further into the hall. “You took something that belongs to me.” Renna’s staff flared again, light slicing through the darkness. “You will release the child, or I swear by the old gods, I’ll tear your power from your bones.” The witches fanned out, encircling them. The air crackled with heat. One of them hurled a bolt of black flame, but Nicklaus deflected it with his blade, the impact shaking the room.

The witches, with their ancient knowledge and mystical powers, prepared to perform the rites that would free me from the bonds that tethered me to Lucius. The lead witch, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light, approached me with purpose. Her hands moved deftly, tracing intricate patterns in the air as she began the ritual to remove the mark that Lucius had branded upon my skin. I gritted my teeth against the pain, feeling the searing heat of the magic as it worked its way through my body.

He smirked and unannounced Xayne broke out of the window kicking Miranda against the wall. . The Wolves could be seen tearing apart the Witches whose magic had been neutralized by the substance that had engulfed them. The Last Witch was taken down when a fierce breeze blew all the powder out of the building. They were wondering who did it when Mirabel stepped out of a room. She yelled an Italian chant with her hands stretched forward and a force chocked all wolves. Celeste quickly raced from behind and packed the rings in the slab. "Quick". She yelled. She took them all and ran past Mirabel who saw the Ritual Witches jumping down from the second floor.

Still surprised by his presence, a very strong wind blows them off their feet and throws them outside the house, through one wall that crumbles to the ground due to the great force. "Fucking witches" Melanie mumbles holding her son and herself from hitting the ground. With the same energy they came with, the witches release chains and cuff them using their magic before melanie could even think of using her powers. 'They are better than the previous bitches' the king thinks to himself with a satisfied smirk on his wrinkled face. The chains the witches used are laced with wolfsbane and silver, and it causes their skin to painfully burn as it drains their energy.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

The warlock turned sharply and halted them mid stride. "Three of you," his steel voice addressed, "to the front of the class, now." All the witches seated casted their gazes at the three witches, some worried,some, curious. The three witches; Snow, Apple and October trudged onwards. He said something to them giving them each a black sack. They nodded their heads and went round the class, distributing pruned tree branches. The witches seated stared at the sticks in wonder, then Eirwen spoke up, her voice incredulous. "Is this a wand?" She asked.

I lean against a tree, watching Kane laugh as he folds his hand around a metal mug, and sips on the hot coffee. He looks happy and relaxed, and I feel a tug of envy. The witches don’t have the same friendship and camaraderie as the wolves. There’s no warmth, no love. We are suspicious of each other, treating our coven members with cold indifference. When Kane said march, he really meant march. The wolves shifted outside the palace and ran in the direction of the forests, towards the human town. Splitting off into squads so they could cover more ground. Each squad took a handful of witches with them, following the wolves in SUVs.

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."