Witches Familiars Novels & Stories

Her looks though…That’s way too scary. Ban: Umm Lord Drago… Is that.. Lord Drago: Yes, before you is the legendary Familiar that even our ancestors had never had a contract with. I called her Spier. And as you can see, her ability is Space Manipulation. Upon summoning her and forming a contract with her after a night long battle in the South Valley, I gained an insight on these familiars. There are twelve of them in total. Let this be clear that they are no Familiars. They are what shines at the Night of the Death. The Zodiacs of Hell. The Fallen Angels.

There’s no way of knowing where others may be hiding. I’ve heard familiars can materialize from thin air. They wait in the void of being and nothingness just waiting to be summoned and materialize. They don’t need barricades or any special training. “You’re Almara Covington,” the pig snorts. “How’s your husband doing?” Hearing this vermin mention Arthur makes me see red.

Was that a one-time thing? “Your butterflies are your manifestation. You are born with that, while the familiars are creatures without definite form. When they hatched, depending on the demonic energy from their contracted master, they could be a tiny rabbit or a huge beast. The pain you felt was the immediate and irreversible contract between you and this familiar. So be a superior monster and produce a beast that will shake the world, Maleficent.” Wow, you got some expectations for me. “But what if I ended up having a little mouse or a cat as a familiar?” The worried expression she wore earned her another pat on the head from her father.

The birds of different or similar feathers Rabbits, squirrels and other small forest creatures… A couple of horses and sheep… The animals gathered around Satiana in the Imperial Hall of the palace and formed a circle… Each familiar had then its eyes shining as they stared at Satiana… That’s when the magic occurred and her wound started healing up… Some animals fell down, immobile and the life was out of them… That sight in front of all the attendees, of Satiana growing in power, as the animals surrounding her, turn into corpses…terrified many… “Those animals…why are they dying” “How did they even get into the imperial palace halls?” “I heard of it…but to think it’s true…they are that Evanson

"We wolves cannot break a haven spell. Hazel and Thorne believe that they can find her with the help of our collective, crafting a spell that could be used to scry for her location. With the power of a few coven witches, we could have her back within the hour.” Chancy slams his fists on the table, drawing attention back to him. “Are you seriously asking us to consider using MAGIC to help us solve a wolf problem?” he balks from his corner. “I thought we were wolves, not familiars. If I didn't know better, Sly, I'd think you were trying to make us vulnerable during a time of need.” The word "familiar" sends a shiver of fear through the crowd. It is a dirty word. One that haunts us in our night

But as for Sherfy who mainly teaches Alchemy, each member of her class has never done such thing after being brought under her care. Just when the two were contemplating things on their own, a dragonfly flew past Serina's sight from outside the window. She once again turned around and let it settle on her index finger. "Teacher, your familiar." Sherfy uttered. Familiars are spirits who takes the form of any living thing by sharing their mana energy, after being bound by a contract. They usually are employed to spy or gather information, so they are typically guised as insects or anything small. However, they can easily be detected by mages with sharp instinct and be stolen together with the

Grace smiles as Prissy hops back on her lap. Settling myself on the bed Prissy hops on my lap. Her tiny nose sniffs against my belly and she begins rubbing her whiskers along my growing baby bump. “What is a familiar?” I ask as I rub my fingers along Prissy’s silvery fur. “A familiar is a witch’s assistant… of sorts.” Grace smiles as she watches Prissy sniff and explore my growing belly. “Her purpose is to assist you as you come into your new powers.”

For the last time, she whispered a set of few words for her wolf. ‘Teshin… thank you for being with me the second time around. We did our best until the end as we fought… this time, we rest.’ - - - - - On the other side, the elder witches stood behind her flying familiars. Among the five elder witches and warlocks, one particular elder witch had a foul look on her face. The image of the twelve warlocks from her faction did not vanish from her mind. Seeing them in that state, she had an inkling that it was the hybrid Talia who did it.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

"But that's... Impossible. No sane Lycan will open the gates widely for us to be let in." She caught my gaze. "Which is why we need to get to the witch, she needs to be guided on how to help us achieve that score." This time Maren spoke up, "I don't think that's possible to do at the moment. The lycans are going to be on high alert now. So much so that we won't be able to even send in bird familiars." Allegra faced Maren, slightly shrugging. "Who said anything about using bird familiars. Tabitha, my witch here, is a dreamwalker."