Witches Playlist Novels & Stories

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

Jisoo froze at Jennie's words. "i..i ..can't" jisoo replied "Why can't you. you are the most powerful witch ever born then .... " Jennie tried protesting but Jisoo broke in to tears. "Yes most powerful but most out of control too. i don't want to end up like my brother so please!" Jisoo pleaded. Yes it's true Jisoo and Jack( Jisoo's brother's real name is Jack and Jack's split's name is Ed) are the most powerful Witch and warlock ever born. The thing with them is their splits are are psychopaths.

Marnie scoffed, derision heavy in her tone, “Witches care nothing for Alliance affairs. Your people want nothing to do with us, and that’s exactly how we like it.” She waved a hand, and another blindingly bright portal appeared. The witch turned to leave but paused abruptly. Her head cocked to the side as if she were listening, and when she was finished, she rolled her eyes and grimaced. Her portal snapped out of existence as the witches behind her all nodded as if accepting their own silent orders. Without a word, they all began making their way toward the prison, hands gently swaying at their sides as wisps of light trickled and spread across the slumbering Wolves.

I went to lunge in her direction, when the earth shook under my feet and as I turned Beta Winston ran in front of me, followed by Russ and Steve. My eyes shifted to Hera, her face contorted with anger as her words bellowed out, “sisters remove them.” I blinked as all three were lifted into the air and as 9 witches held their right hands up as if chocking them. My anger rose and I took a step, only for the ground to shake and the Moon Goddess herself stood behind me, but her scent was Amelia’s and my heart clenched in my chest. She shouldn’t be here was all I could think about as I heard the goddess’ voice boom out, “ENOUGH.” My eyes widened as the Goddess Hecate was standing next to her.

They rallied, their voices rising in unison, a dark chorus that filled the clearing with a palpable dread. My witch pivoted, one hand slicing through the air as another bolt of lightning erupted from her palm. It struck a second witch, the force sending her crashing to the ground in a cloud of smoke and sparks. The power radiating from Evelina was mesmerizing; it was as if the storm itself had chosen her as its weapon. The remaining witches charged, their dark forms darting like shadows. My heart raced, a primal instinct urging me to intervene.

You have to trust me! ‘NO! Not yet!’ she screams again, but this time, I cannot wait. I can’t hold off and let the hatchlings be taken. I push forward, my power and fire rushing through me, making me feel whole again. I screech, my wings extending as I fly into the air. I hear the screams of panic and terror around me. I hear Tana and Kenna trying to tell the others that it’s okay, but no one is listening. Through my eyes, I see them, the witches and warlocks. They are here and they are coming for the hatchlings.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: