Witches Monsters Novels & Stories

Now the both of them are completely surrounded by witches, while Mona is leading the way. Just before entering the invisible door, Kyra and Adolf pulled out the Red mushroom powder bombs from their pockets and threw them at the witches. They know the chances of facing the witches is more, especially after Linda's appearance. So Adolf gave these bombs to Kyra, Dave and Baldwin, just in case. Witches started screeching with pain when they inhaled the red mushroom powder. Even though Mona is not as allergic to the red mushrooms like other's, she still felt mildly irritated.

Ellie. “This must be the doing of the witches,” Tristian said and I nodded. Since witches were known for experimenting with animals and even wolves, I believed it was possible. “Get ready,” Archer commanded, his voice steady and calm. His eyes flickered red, taking in every detail of the surroundings. Suddenly, the creatures appeared—animals twisted into monsters by dark magic. Their glowing eyes and grotesque forms lunged at us from the palace, snarling and snapping.

She could not hold herself, her knees went weak, and she fell into submission. ‘’Oh, poor Mara, she is just as weak as my pathetic husband’’ Luna Henrietta hiss. ‘’Bring the witches, I need answers’’ Henrirta ordered. Alpha Kendrick was quick to do the bidding of his sister. 3 witches brought in all dressed in rags of black and in shakles. They looked too frail. ‘’So the monster still wants blood?’’ one of the witches spat. ‘’Oh sisters, she feels she knows better, why dont we break her bubbles’’ another laughed. Luna Heneitta was in no mood to listen to their chatters and rantings.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

He seems a little too excited about that. “What do you mean interested in us”? I ask. Feeling like it is a bit strange that wolves from another part of the world are interested in a pack in the Midwest. “They have heard about you. Apparently, wolves everywhere are trying to mate with witches to make their packs more powerful. Marcus said we are the most powerful pack now.” “Do they know that not all witches have the same abilities I have”? I laugh.

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

As he noticed me, he immediately ran to my side. "What the fu*k these witches want now? " He asked. I snarled, " They are nothing but just someone who seeks a chance to get more powers. Another shifter is leading them for sure. " The witches were flying high in the sky, hurling fireballs and spells on the wolves who were fighting the ones on the ground. My eyes caught the sight of one witch running after a pup to eat her alive. That's what these monsters liked, eating the young flesh.

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.