Witches Familiars Novels & Stories

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

“The humans can sort it out during the day…some of this steel could come in handy. Go, shower, feed, rest…who knows what’s waiting for us tomorrow night.” They all trudged back up to the mansion in silence, where familiars waited for them, eager to help in whatever way they could. Aster couldn’t get used to their willing little human slaves. Even though everyone kept assuring her that they weren’t slaves, the vampires secured their loyalty with a blood pact – another little bit of blood magic, that ensured the familiars couldn’t betray their vampire masters. Once, she asked Rowan if the witch who made the first vampires knew what they would become and what they’d be able to do, and he told h

A cruel smile spread across her face. “Today is your lucky day,” she purred, dragging a long, yellowed nail down my jawline. “I don’t feel like eating you… But your friend—” her gaze flicked toward Beth, who was frozen in horror at the foot of the basement stairs, “—she’s definitely on my menu tonight.” My eyes widened. “No! Please!” I begged. The witch only laughed, a bone-chilling cackle that echoed off the stone walls. And then—she vanished, her form melting into the darkness like smoke.

“I’m Gale, one of Hecate’s familiars.” “Familiars? Aren’t they a demon supposedly attending and obeying a witch, often said to assume the form of an animal?” “Yes, exactly.” “But you’re not in an animal form.” In the next moment, she turned into a polecat. “I thought you'd get scared or cry like a pig seeing a polecat speaking.” The polecat spoke without any filter. “I’m here to guide you with the new powers that Master has given to you, on her command.”

After her conversation with Whisper, she’d left the garage in a state of pure wonder and shock, as what happened, finally had a moment to settle in her mind . ‘Yes,’ Faye answered. ‘She talks and she’s a magical creature, known as a familiar. She guides and protects witches. She has lived for thousands of years, moving all over the world, to fulfill her duty in the grand design. She was there, in 1794, living with Mathilda's coven.' Eli and Mark, who’s jaw was practically on the floor, glanced at each other, both unable to believe what they were hearing. 'And here I thought our news of getting the stun guns was huge,' Mark drily noted in Eli's direction.

tenth of the power of the old families. The Eastern European and Oriental witches had never established the kind of dynasties the Western European witches had. “They guarded their spells from each other,” Asil told him. “So each family tended to specialize. Mariposa’s family was one of the greatest of the witch families.” He hesitated. “But she was only a child, and this was their greatest spell. I can hardly believe they entrusted her with it.” “What was it?” “Her family was said to have guardians on their grounds, great beasts who patrolled and killed for them— but never needed food or drink. It was rumored that they made them from living creatures—they had a menagerie.” He sighed. “Such

I’m just… I think we took the wrong turn that’s all. ‘Does this friend of yours even exist?’ He blasted. I balled my hands into fists. ‘You have serious trust issues!’ ‘Wouldn’t you if a stranger led you to a familiar’s hangout?’ My eyes went wide. ‘Familiars? As in witches?’ He smacked his forehead and I frowned. Geez, I’ve only read about them. Did Stella have a familiar? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the cat chill spot. ‘Come on, this is ridiculous—’

He takes a deep breath before going on. “After about an hour, I watched as the familiar crept into the room. Then as soon as it came close enough, I pounced on him and ended its suffering. See, familiars are vampire’s human slaves. Usually, they help their masters in the daytime when the vampires can’t go out. In this case however, I don’t understand why it sent the familiar instead. Unless it had a feeling I would be around, and it wanted to watch from a safe distance.” Scanning the area after releasing me, he checks in the bathroom and the hallway for anyone who shouldn’t be hanging around.

I want to explore our relationship, but it’s hard when I feel like I’m damaged goods. Familiars in Zane’s coven are highly respected. They are a unique part of the coven that only their powerful members need for balance. Ultimately that’s what a familiar for this coven is for. The most powerful members like Zane’s family need familiars to balance the power. Yes, having a familiar does give the warlock more power, but it’s a balance, a shared exchange of magic and abilities. It’s a partnership in many ways. In one way, it's a soulmate partnership. At least that’s the case for Zane’s coven.

I continued and Arthur scoffs, "That we did. The witches probably experimented with their abilities and tried to bring Raya back to life but ended up with a reincarnation. I believe they discovered you late because your dad hid you all these years." "And why do the familiars want me back?" Arthur looked at me in the eye and said, "As you are right now, you're a blank canvas that they can easily manipulate and the moment that they have you under their control, they can draw Raya's conciousness out controlling your body as you fall deep into a slumber like earlier."