Witches Familiars Novels & Stories

Marie focused on becoming stronger. It was clear from an early age that both Tabitha and Freda were blessed with great power. Freda and Tabitha seemed to have a control their mother didn’t. able to cast spells without unpredictability but like all that followed this family’s generational spell had a weakness. Freda was only able to cast spells from the family’s grimoire. Tabitha’s shape shifting ability from her biological father seemed to only work smoothly in moon light. Tabitha’s shapeshifting was focused on smaller animals, and she favoured being an Owl the most. Freda too was gifted with clairvoyance like her father, her line of communication with the dead weaker than Theodores but when

We burst into the corridor together, my mind racing. The pack is already in chaos. Warriors pour from their quarters, half-shifted, weapons drawn. Fires blaze at the borders, lighting up the treeline in flickering orange. Then I see them. Creatures crawl out of the shadows with enlongated claws, bodies alien like, shaped like wolves but warped, their bodies too long, eyes glowing an unnatural violet. Dark symbols burn into their fur, pulsing with magic. Witchcraft. My stomach drops. “They’re not attacking randomly,” Antonio shouts from afar, eyes wide with terror. “They’re moving toward the Alpha’s wing!”

We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules. I became her stalker, not that she knew. Werewolves have the tendency to scout their mates out first than any other supernatural species, for that reason, I didn’t think she knew we were mates. I watched her from afar, I watched as she interacted with the village people, how kind she was to everyone, always willing to use her power to help the less privileged, one could tell she was from a noble house from the way she is always dressed. My stalking went as far as two full moons, as painful as it was to see her and not be able to touc

I find myself sitting up, concentratedly. "The Kard realm is a replica of our realm; witches, warlocks, werewolves, Lycans, fairies, goblins, elves and all sort of creatures. While the witches in our realm, engage more in spells, potions/herbs, tricks and magics, theirs’ entail more in dark arts manipulation and visions.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

drawled the owl. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dondus, the wise, the great grey owl of the marshlands, Grandmother Alma's Familiar, an owl of the Fanged Forest and of the Forest of Faded Dreams and-" "Thank you, Dondus," said Alma abruptly. "Dondus is my Familiar," said Grandmother Alma simply, "a gifted magical creature who helps me with my enchantments." "Aha!" yelled Titan, making everyone, including Dondus, jump.

“Yeah, it is. But it's not always that easy, sometimes the natural energy of a sorcerer isn't enough nor is it required for certain magical acts and in such cases, sacrifices or or use of magical objects will be used, has to be used.” “But if the ANTI is a book, how come it has magic, shouldn't it be a book of spells?” “The ANTI isn't like any other book, it's magic itself, magic beyond anything anyone has ever seen.” She continued to tell me more about the book and how powerful it was. I listened carefully though I was still almost lost in all of it as it was really overwhelming. Imagine learning more about myself and the supernatural world in such a short period of time. All my life, I had

A soft voice in the shadows, almost like it was inside my own head. "The Forbidden Witch has finally awakened."

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

When Lya opened the door, a little black mutt puppy immediately went for my arm, dragging at the sleeve of my jacket right where Rose’s mark was. “Hello, Henry,” I grumbled. Familiars made me uncomfortable. Purebreds had long been extinct, but there were still the distantly related part breds, bound to one form with limited abilities to communicate, around. It was usually witches and vampires that chose them. Sometimes one would find its way to a human, but the human would never know that their exceptional bond with a pet was supernatural. I didn’t understand why Oliver was opposed to Lya knowing her puppy was more than just a puppy.