Witches Comics Novels & Stories

Clarissa sat down on the porcelain chair in her room, going through the Blood Mood Magazines. They published about things that were going on in there to keep the pack members on their toes. It was sort of intriguing to her, and she loved the way the whole thing was written. She realized that werewolves were actually very talented creatures, and they decided how best to handle some situations. It was amazing. As a witch, she had not seen such solidarity with her people, and sometimes, they lived so far from each other that it was hard to bring about good relationships. Either way, she was hopeful for the best for her kind.

Not because she was queen but admire the power she had over his King to make him step into the land of Goddess and summon dozens of witches just to see her again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and Witches for they are knows as the creatures of the dark, follower of the dark prince and all that is bad so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was a taboo so to create a deal with them was too much.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...

"Why did you agree to go to that war-torn city full of people who hate us? You know no one ever leaves Havens because we don't trust outsiders. They all think we are evil witches." “I know you’re worried, but I’ll be fine. I have to go now, I’ll let you know when I get there” Bella said then hung up. Her mind was racing, she had never left havens all her life and she had heard stories of how the rest of the werewolf world hated them because they practiced magic. If only they knew limelights were just people who were kind and loving. No one in her town could ever hurt a fly but yet everyone else saw them as a threat. Bella heard the bus stop at the station and she opened her eyes. She hurried

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

“However, I am more concerned with what the witches have planned.” “Ah yes, these mad wolves your people talked about. That is concerning, but are you so sure their intent is to attack us and how can you be so sure these wolves aren’t feral to begin with and the witches took them in as attack dogs?” “Because I knew some of them personally. They weren’t even close to feral. That’s not counting the smell either. They were all covered in the stench of witch magic.” “Ah, yes. I see. Well, we can discuss it further later. I’m sure now you’d like to catch up with your mother and get settled in. Once again, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

Hazel's POV The pain didn't last long, but that was just the beginning of my problems. When I was turning on the ground to get a better look at the witches that were attacking me, I counted five of them. Five goddamn witches! I had never come across any witch in my life and I was sure that I hadn't messed with any of of them, and that made me question why there would be witches coming after me. Wolves and witches were never friends. In fact, wolves never got along with any other supernaturals.

he said urgently, prompting me to quickly throw on my clothes. I opened the door wider, and to my astonishment, there stood a group of Alphas, bowing on their knees. Their deference struck me as strange and unexpected. As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on two witches cloaked in black robes, their presence unsettling me further. Why had they brought a witch along with them? “Alpha King Xavier,” one of the witches began, her voice steady but laced with urgency, “we are sorry for all that we did. Please, we need your help.” Her words caught my attention, pulling me into the gravity of the situation.