Witches Comics Novels & Stories

Through them, I discovered a whole new world filled with werewolves, dragons, and witches. The young wolves eagerly shared their knowledge with me, revealing that there were different types of witches - white, black, and red. White witches were allies of the wolf clan, while black witches were responsible for the death of my parents fifteen years ago. It was a painful reminder of the darkness that lurked within the supernatural realm. “Are you afraid of us?” one of the wolf children had asked her curiously, as they sat around a fire in the woods. I had shaken my head, smiling warmly at them. “No,” she had said. “Why would I be?”

Alicia had never felt so pessimistic and scared in her life, the werewolves were so powerful that the number of witches that had gone missing or were found dead was horrible The werewolves fought with their whole life and passion, and so did the witches but as if the werewolves this time were hell-bent to take over the witches, Her friend barged into the room and she locked the door behind her quickly. They both made sure to lock the doors and stay hidden since the war started, the only thing was that Mira ( her best friend) had refused to stop going to work. She insisted that she needed the money, which was true but Alicia was still worried for her. "Mira, what is it now? You scared the liv

I asked and they gasped in shock,I gave them the confirmation they needed, Aren just smiled, my warriors were also in the meeting they smiled as well. "Wow, we shouldn't be interrogating you Alpha, congratulations." They chorused and I nodded. "Yeah, is there anything else I need to know?" I asked. "Yes, the alpha of the crescent pack, Alpha Rick, wants an audience with you." One said and I stilled, I gripped the table so hard that I heard it crack. They all turned, staring at me, my wolf was raging, hearing that name made me so upset. "And why does he want an audience with me?" I asked.

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Willow kept her head down as she continued walking, wanting nothing more than just getting to first period. "Hold on there, Witch." A voice hissed her title, making her internally groan. She didn't enjoy being called out like that. Werewolves and Vampires, though were not afraid to mingle and coexist with the Humans, kept to themselves in their private packs or disguised themselves to blend in. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have that type of luxury. After the events of the Dark Witch Karmina all those years ago, everyone in the Supernatural community and even the Humans looked down on them. If it wasn't for their leader of the Light Witches, Miss J, she wouldn't be able to live where she

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."

My hand had stopped shaking and was stable now. The adrenaline that was pumping furiously in my veins had caved in now and given way to a more peaceful outlook. I knew where I was headed. I was going to the witches coven. The witches were secluded creatures. Unlike the stories that most people believed in, the witches had no interest in human babies or making jelly from bones. In fact, they were the doves of the realms. They always wanted to bring peace to whatever squabble the other realms get into. Perhaps it was because the other realms saw them as weak, or perhaps because they always kept to themselves, but the witches were constantly picked on.

The Elders had been informed about most of the things, but only four of the wolves of the pack - Ezekiel, Noelle, Grey and Alec - knew the full extent of what was going on. "Aww.. You want me to send you pictures?" Noelle smiled at him smugly as she sat down next to Rowena who was giggling like a school girl as always. "You really need to start acting like a proper lady." Noelle looked over at Maria, offended, only to realize that she was talking to Rowena. It was so funny how in all types of literature, witches were shown as crazy old hags with long nose and warts on their whole face and pointy hats and a stupid scratchy voice, who rode broomsticks.