Witches Playlist Novels & Stories

She closes her eyes as she hears the song of the siren warning and telling them of the Mistress plan as it echoes through the wind, with the song that rings the symphony with the words. “Wolves asleep amidst the trees, bats all are swaying in the breeze, but one soul lies anxious wide awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, white and sleep has flown. Be warry and up to your guard for the fear that surrounds and along. For the witch whose heart is an utter cold, will curse you, truth be told. She comes she'll go leave naught behind, but curses and bolds. Deep, dark forest, birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies, bu

All the witches present take of their hoods at this point, for the biennial meeting of the Witch Council, has begun. “Niam khawv koob, foom koob hmoov rau nws cov menyuam nrog lub zog, twsj hwm thiab hais kom ua. Raws li nws tau pib, yog tam sim no thiab puas yuav yog[1],” all chant before opening their eyes.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

I asked and they gasped in shock,I gave them the confirmation they needed, Aren just smiled, my warriors were also in the meeting they smiled as well. "Wow, we shouldn't be interrogating you Alpha, congratulations." They chorused and I nodded. "Yeah, is there anything else I need to know?" I asked. "Yes, the alpha of the crescent pack, Alpha Rick, wants an audience with you." One said and I stilled, I gripped the table so hard that I heard it crack. They all turned, staring at me, my wolf was raging, hearing that name made me so upset. "And why does he want an audience with me?" I asked.

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.

The witches, their voices harmonizing in an ancient language, created a melodic cacophony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the night. Their words were a tapestry of power and mysticism, weaving through the air like ethereal threads. "Mystica et verita, vocem nobis cedo! Mystica et verita, arcanum revelo!" they chanted, their voices rising and falling in a haunting melody. Each syllable seemed to vibrate with an energy that sent shivers down my spine.

But the thoughts of Bella continued to swirl. His mind went back to Tess, it had been three years since she had passed away. He remembered how he had sworn that even in death, his heart would belong to her. She was supposed to be his one true mate, his soulmate. But now, his heart was being swayed by a 23-year-old witch - a limelight, no less. It was forbidden for an alpha to love a limelight. It had never happened before, and he knew he had to suppress whatever feelings he had for Bella. But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

It moves with deliberate purpose, guided by the witches' combined will, flowing down the chasm walls like a luminous waterfall in reverse. The channeling continues for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes. I notice most of the witches have gone pale now, their faces drawn with exhaustion. Matriarch Velindra's tired voice suddenly cuts through the night air: "Get ready. They're coming." The witches immediately stop their channeling. Instantly, a wave of Amadeus wolves surges forward with practiced precision. Each wolf grabs a witch and retreats in the same fluid motion, just as the first dark witch levitates up through the now-glowing fog and appears at the cliff's edge.

she says as if reminding herself of where she has been and the struggle to get where she wants to be. “We will fight together, if necessary, Josie. And we are not alone. We have the others to fight with us,” I remind her. “We have a much smaller group, Sam. We have Jack, Miranda, Rick and myself,” she says to me sadly. “Do not forget we have the witches on our side. We will have other wolves, Josie. We just have not asked others yet,” I say to her feeling frustrated at her seemingly being defeated before we start.