Witches Comics Novels & Stories

I opened it carefully and began flipping through pages. The writing was old, uneven, faded in some places, but the words were still clear. My eyes moved slowly over the first page. A bond of two natures… I frowned, turning the page. Born of great magic and sacrifice. My stomach tightened. “What does that even mean…” I murmured quietly. Then I opened another page. Then I saw a drawing on it. It looked familiar as I leaned closer, staring. A woman, clearly a witch by the robes and symbols around her, was standing over two wolves lying on the ground, as strange lines of magic seemed to curl and swirl around them.

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,

Dave replied. Dave went on to explain what had happened throughout the morning and night. The witches had launched multiple attacks, but our defenses had held firm. I was certain that Fiona and her forces had underestimated us—simply because no one had challenged them or tested their power in years. “We have a total of 25 witches, but some of them are still teenagers. They have come here with their families seeking refuge. Additionally, we have received reports from other packs that witches have also arrived in their territories, and they have started protecting the packs. Wolves and witches are uniting. Furthermore, Selene has blessed this alliance—more and more pairs of wolves and witches

she asked as she climbed unto the bed. Arthur looked at her in shock as he didn’t expect that she would ask him such a question. It seemed she was slowly starting to exhibit the traits of a Luna. “We followed their scents,” he answered. “The hydras were affected by Alphaeus and the other witches magic and so they couldn’t move as fast they could.” “There are other witches here?” Amelia asked in shock. She had never seen any other witch and no one had ever mentioned them so she naturally assumed that Cara was the only witch and Alphaeus was the only wizard.

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.

Alpha Hudson gnashed his teeth together, fury surging through him. Those damn witches. They are doing too much! The witches had been entangled in a war with the power axis pack three weeks ago. The power axis pack was yet to get over the casualties and the impact of the war from a few weeks ago, yet it turns out that the witch will suddenly attack again, not even giving them the chance to catch their breath. Unlike the werewolf division in packs, the witches are combined and live together, giving them leverage over the power axis pack.

Marjien could only smile and maneuver her jewel pets to destroy the bodies of the witches along with their crystal spells. The princess clenched her fists in the air, her demeanor became as cold as the snow. The ice that surrounded three witches bursts, bringing them with the explosion. Vivien hacked, slashed, and stabbed her way into the center of the swarming witches. After decapitating another witch that looked like a disintegrating skeleton, she took her time to look around. They're in a state of being outnumbered. These witches with Kirsten were obviously starved for this purpose. The witches not only kill, but they also ate flesh. All they could do is either keep their limbs together o

As if it had never been, the lightning and the gale-force winds disappeared, leaving the sky as sunny and crystalline as it had been before five women appeared from thin air and made nature their bitch. From either side of him, rifles drooped and fell to the forest floor from shock-numbed fingers. No one said a word, still too thrown by what the actual fuck they’d witnessed. First the prison break, then this display of…unfathomable power. Now he understood why so many Wolves were wary of witches. But, if Xavier was being honest, wary didn’t nearly cover it. He had never seen such a display of power, had no idea that witches were capable of so much.

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

As if each laugh held something bad. I clutched at Orion's hand. He did not flinch, but gave my fingers a hard squeeze of reassurance. We continued on further. The cave opened into a larger cave that was filled with a pale blue light that seemed to come from the rocks themselves. And that is where I saw the witches. They were seated on rock thrones in a wide semicircle. Twelve women. They were all elderly. Their skin was draped in folds and wrinkles like parched paper, their hair slithering in thick matted locks, their eyes hollow. But their eyes, God, their eyes, blazed with dagger fury, focused on us with wordless fury.