Novelas y relatos de Witches

I enter my shared apartment with Lucas and Catherin and rush to my bedroom and smack the door on their faces before they ask me questions. I plop myself on the bed laying on the stomach in terror, what would have happened if someone found that am a witch? Humans were always the people to hate us. They even killed many of my kind without any mercy thinking that we too have family and kids to take care of. The way they put fire to our homes in forests just because we do witchcraft for treating people. Not gonna lie few do witchcraft to hurt others but not my kind, not my family.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong. My body contorted, bones snapping, fur sprouting across my skin. I howled in pain as I shifted unwillingly, my body forced into its wolf form, and when I looked up, I saw her eyes, cold and unforgiving. “This is your punishment,” Elysia hissed. “You will never be human again.”I tried to fight it, but I was powerless. My body twisted, trapped in my wolf form, unable to shift back. I growled lowly, but she was gone before I could react. With a final look of contempt, she left, slamming the door behind her.I ran.

someone repeats, the word spat like a curse. Mireth doesn’t flinch. “Yes. The world has changed. The witches of today are not the ones who once manipulated our leaders or sowed discord in the packs. They study the earth, natural medicine, healing, midwifery, agriculture. They could be allies, they could be… family.” The tall woman with the wine hued lips stands at the back, unreadable. The other sits with her hands folded, her eyes forward, and neither speak.

witches are weak creatures, fragile like humans, they only thing that differentiate them is their ability to cast spells “Stop—please—" why was he begging, answering my questions would end the torture but he'll still died, I dropped the knife on the table and grabbed a hammer I knelt in front of him. Looked into his eyes. There was nothing in mine. No anger. No pity. Just cold. “The village,” I said. “What are the witches using them for?” He didn’t answer. I shoved the cloth in his mouth. The torturing room was deep underground, but there was that Lycan upstairs whom I sure would follow the sounds of the witch scream and come do

The grand chandelier that once dazzled the room with opulence now hung cracked and flickering, casting fractured light across the battlefield that had once been a ballroom. Wolves stalked between toppled tables and shattered glass, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their fur—black, silver, russet—was streaked with blood, claws dripping with violence. Snarls rumbled from deep within their throats. The witches, dressed in black and crimson robes, floated above the floor, their feet barely touching the marble. Their eyes shimmered with cruel amusement, their fingers wreathed in dark smoke. Some laughed softly as they cast spells, weaving magic like silk throug

"What about the witches? You never mentioned them, but the warriors said they are involved too." "They are on their own side and never mingled with other species before. A single witch is weak, but a coven has immense power. They stick together and play both sides. Witches don't care who wins or what any of us do until it harms them. The decades of fighting has spilled onto their territory and they kill any other species that get too close to them." "Creepy. Definitely don't want to meet a witch." "No, you don't." "Why do they call you prince?"

I walk around the room, searching for anything to help me pick the lock on my cell door. It's made of silver, so trying to break it down is out of the option. My actions suddenly halt, hearing the cell door squeak open. I whip my head toward the door, praying in my heart my mate isn't back to make good on his threat. I exhale when I get a different scent than his as the lights come on in the room. Eric and a woman with a herby scent tread into the room. The woman must be a water witch. Most of them are healers and deal with a lot of herbs. Witches are grouped by elements of nature, fire, water, earth, and air. They cast spells based on which element they are g

There was something far more powerful about her, to have this much power didn’t make sense. All the books I had managed to find described Witches as nothing more than creatures of the earth. Creatures that use herbs and potions. They were described as harmless. It didn't match Cooper and it didn't match Thalia. And if they are really harmless, why did Wolves like me and Xavi exist? The thick grey clouds that litter the sky above White Cliffs seem to be getting darker by the second. “She doesn’t like music?” I ask with a frown “She hates it. I don’t know why.” Indy mumbles

“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."