Witches Cane Novels & Stories

All she saw when her eyes lay on her little brothers Kendrick and Scott- who were mentally younger than what they physically look, she longed for revenge from the witches. But she couldn’t, unfortunately. Not after she pledged her loyalty to Kevin Morris. “I was sent here by Cassandra Devaraux.” She lied. The truth was that she got it from one of the maid witches that cleaned up after every meeting. She pressured the young girl to help her cast a locating spell on Celia and Logan. But she couldn’t do it because she was never taught that deep. She told her most of the witches cannot do it because learning it is hard and it requires a lot of time and concentration. Cynthia knew Cassandra was s

All the witches were already dressed in black, so they wasted no time at arriving at their destination - the place where they had kept Amanda's body. It was layed at a corner close to one of the tents and was covered with a black material. "You can now gather the ceremonial sticks." Selena stated. The ceremonial sticks were different tree branches that each witch was expected to take and set up as an alter to burn the body of whoever they were laying to rest.

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.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

We need to hurry with the spell," Kane said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. "Remember, after the spell, you have to have sex with her," The witch said. "I will never let him touch me," I replied "You won't have a choice. Begin the spell," Kane said. I tried to get up, but the witch said a few words, making it so I couldn't move. "Claire, you have to fight," Cara said "I am trying," I replied "Try harder." I felt a knife cut into my palm and then saw Kane cut into his palm as well

They are trying to manipulate her, but I will make sure they will never succeed in their plans. I heave out a deep breath first and start moving. I need to cut the string that the evil witches put on Caroline's body. Kayden and Raven were behind my back. I told them not to touch Caroline, however, I was stunned when Caroline already had a knife in her hand. She wasn't to herself now as she started walking in our direction. Caroline was already manipulated by the evil witches.

AXLE. Intense fear seized me the moment I understood what was going on. I watched as the witches raised their wands towards and began to cast the ancient spell. I knew what they were doing. They were bending her to their own will, and were turning her into nothing more than a puppet to do whatever they wanted. Caesar was right when he told her that he didn't need her intention to do what he wanted and I had only doubted him until I saw what his real intentions were.

Fuck. This is not how I want to die. I hear Kane’s voice through the madness and turn to see him, slightly bloodied. “Hold,” he says. “Hold your line. No one retreats.” A shout from behind us draws my attention. I turn to see King Cyrus on horseback with his bannermen behind him. Sardonia has come in our time of need. They rush forward and break through Scarlett Thunder’s forces trapping us on three sides. The witches are recharged, so they begin to throw spells at our enemies again. Some burst into flames and body parts implode inside their armor. It’s brutal but effective. A soldier knocks a male witch to the ground and bites at his neck, tearing off his head in the process.

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

Cami said, interrupting me from replying to Martha. Before we could do anything else, the three witches arrived and immediately moved towards Martha. They had golden cuffs, the type used to contain a witch. Martha hesitated in having them placed on her arms but conceded, recognizing nobody trusted her. “It has to be this way,” the witch closest to her stated.