Witches Cane Novels & Stories

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made my blood run cold and my heart skip a beat. Beth was reaching for something. The axe. With shaky hands, Beth gripped the handle, her eyes burning with a new kind of fury—an anger born of loss and desperation. She swung the axe with all the strength she could muster, the blade cutting through the air with a whoosh. The witch didn’t even have time to react.

She looked just as old and haggard as the other witches but she is very fair unlike them and she had a long dark beard that reached to her feet, her scanty hair was completely white, her eyes were without pupils and she wielded a staff made of human bones with a large, revolving skull of a python mounted on it, all the witches avoided the gaze of the dead snake with some hurriedly falling face-first to the ground just to avoid it. She called one of the witches,”Tamotiye! Come!” One of the witches ran quickly to the front of the coven, taking care not to meet the gaze of the bearded elder witch or her staff. The bearded witch commanded, “Bring in the sheep for the feast” Tamotiye replies with

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

he explained, walking toward the center of the room where a circular stone dais sat under a layer of thick dust. "The Wardens were the ones who helped the first witches contain the darkness before your ancestors decided to start playing with it, so there might be something here that can help us," I said, sliding off the bench and joining him at the dais while my legs wobbled like a newborn fawn's.

The grand chandelier that once dazzled the room with opulence now hung cracked and flickering, casting fractured light across the battlefield that had once been a ballroom. Wolves stalked between toppled tables and shattered glass, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their fur—black, silver, russet—was streaked with blood, claws dripping with violence. Snarls rumbled from deep within their throats. The witches, dressed in black and crimson robes, floated above the floor, their feet barely touching the marble. Their eyes shimmered with cruel amusement, their fingers wreathed in dark smoke. Some laughed softly as they cast spells, weaving magic like silk through the air—binding, blinding, bre

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Though pain and exhaustion are eminent in their faces their intense glares at each other just say it all that both are still not giving up. Just then Lilan cast her hidden card. It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the

Then I looked at everyone around the table, “I really appreciate all of you and your help. I realize that you each have a very personal reason to participate, but I want to say thank you for helping me.” Then I looked at Selene and Queen Eden and asked, “So when do I transfer my magic and how do I do it?” Queen Winnie walks to me and tells us, “We can do it now. I will talk you through it.” I hug her, “Mom, you do know you’re the best, don’t you?” She smiles, “Of course I do.” Queen Eden and Selene laugh at us. Queen Eden shakes her head, “Queen Winnie, you could not have given birth to a child more like you. Even in looks. She was always destined to be yours.” My mom smiles, “I know. She’s

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

She shakes her head slightly at me, movement practiced, then joins the new chant without missing a beat, matching the others’ tempo. Laid like an eagle ready to be slaughtered, I keep my eyes on Alyssa while six witches, her included, stand around me. They keep chanting. They bring out a pouch…from…air? Then pour its contents into their hands. Silver ash. Wolves Nemesis. My eyes widen. I yank my frantic gaze from the pouch back to Alyssa. She closes her eyes and opens them once , a signal to close mine. I obey. The chants swell around me.