Witches Steps Novels & Stories

I commanded. "Understood, Alpha. They shall be prepared as per your instructions." My elation knew no bounds. I had spent years searching for these witches, renowned for their formidable powers. Their expertise in crafting and casting unimaginable spells was unparalleled. I eagerly anticipated laying my eyes upon them. ~ The following day, as I had informed my beta, we set out towards the witches' coven. Upon arrival, I removed my cloak and handed it to one of my men. I had learned that the witches held a rule that outsiders should not wear cloaks, as it identified them as part of their kind. With this in mind, I ventured into the cave.

The enchanted witch waved her arm forward and pointed at the door as she spoke. “Move out!” She yelled, and her team marched forward with her. Addison was already chanting as she walked up the stairs. The wind blew against her, and the shadow figures swirled around her body from her feet upwards. As she reached the top of the stairs, she thrusted her hands forward, and the doors shattered, imploding inward. Chaos erupted as she entered the building with her team close behind her.

With another snap of her finger tables and chairs appear in the hall. After eating lunch, half of the witches leave the mansion and teleport themselves to the pack house and other locations to escort them to the mansion. When they reached there, alphas with their warriors and beta were already waiting for them. Emma has divided the work between witches who had stayed at the mansion to help her, one group will look after the food arrangement, the second group will look after the staying arrangement, 3rd the third group will look after the stock arrangement that they need while they and others were here, and the remaining will help her with meeting halls.

Silence stretched between us, and I held my breath, awaiting their response. One of the witches stepped forward, her voice as melodic as the rustling leaves. "Your cause is noble, young ones," she said, her tone carrying a sense of both caution and intrigue. "But the balance of power must be preserved. Prove to us that you understand the delicate equilibrium we protect." And so, our tests began anew. We delved into the depths of ancient magic, unraveling arcane secrets and tapping into our own abilities. We showcased our understanding of the interconnectedness of supernatural forces and our commitment to maintaining harmony.

“You will never find your way out if you ascend the stairs.” “How will we find Willow?” I ask as we walk toward the tower. “Willow will find us,” Petra says coolly. The four witches stand with their shoulders touching as they approach the tower. Each one of them is mumbling something under their breath, but it isn't the same thing. They stop just shy of the front door, seemingly unable to go any farther. They clasp hands with one another, creating a circle. Their wild chants become louder and more fierce the longer they hold hands.

He's right, neither one of us has enough power to fight. Or so I thought. "You are bad witches," Bash starts to growl, his wolf speaking with him. "Bad, bad witches." The steps on the stairs stop. The next sound is of their bodies crashing to the ground and then slapping against the walls as their bodies twitch. Roderick quickly casts an illusion of normalcy, one that shows the cells as they should be, just as the next two witches come into view. The first two bodies, which are now foaming at the mouth, have not stopped twitching even after Bash turns his attention to the next ones moving down the stairs.

On the stroke of midnight when the witches were gathered around the lawn of the mansion in the coven, the candles were illuminated on each corner giving a bright look. All the witches and warlocks were gathered. There were only three wolves. Debrah, Vlora and Crystal stood together with Travolta. Weston stood along with all the witches and warlocks to make a circle around Pidge who was laying on the middle in a rug...her eyes closed. She was given the relaxing sleep herbal tea made by Leticia. They began the chanting and after a minute the wind blew harshly...the leaves ruffled beneath the dark sky. They could hear the whistle through the cool air. In the distance, they heard the crying of t

Her heavy footsteps walk across the room and start going down the stairs. Ivan immediately regrets and goes to seek shelter with Gawain. They hide behind barrels sacks of flour that were stored under the stairs. The witch arrives in the room, she was a wrinkled old woman wearing poor clothes and full of warts. She stretches while yawning. When the witch stretches, her hump disappears, and when she yawns her teeth line up. The witch then rubs her eyes, making all her wrinkles and warts disappear. Finally, she dusts her clothes and the clothes become new and ornate as if she's always been there under the dust.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

Until I was able to move again , when I sat up Dee stood up. "Whatever that idiot did that was just used the generic spell , easily fixed " she smiled. " The others are here , the dead witches didn't listen. Be careful ", Dee warned. Before she turned and climbed up onto the big dragon's wing and scurried up his back to near his head and held onto the ridges on the big beast's neck. I shifted back to my wolf and waited for the beast to move its wing , then I bolted out. Beyond the barrier of the dragon's wing was chaos. Wolves flew about everywhere and witches were fighting and casting spells wherever I looked.