Witches Steps Novels & Stories

They are engrossed in their rituals, unaware of the impending interruption that awaits them. With a surge of determination, I step forward, my presence commanding attention. The air crackles with anticipation as all eyes turn toward me. The witches, startled by my sudden intrusion, pause in their activities, their gazes fixed upon me. “You dare trespass upon our gathering?” a witch sneers, her voice laced with arrogance. I maintain my stoic expression, radiating an aura of dominance. “Your presence here is unwanted. Leave now, or face the consequences.” A murmur of defiance ripples through the group, but I remain unfazed. I am the alpha, and my authority will not be questioned. I lock eyes w

She steps out, with another close behind her. I’m not given a choice as my wolf surges forth, taking the control she’s been longing for. She has my leg swiping out and brings the two witches to the ground. Before they react, I’m shifted, my clothes shredded and fluttering to the ground as I pounce on the first witch. My paws land on her shoulders. My mouth fills with the metallic taste of blood, as my jaw closes around her neck with crushing force. The crunching of her bones echoes in my ears. The dead body thuds to the ground.

“Open the door, Mr. Blackwood! Please… answer me!” Emma’s heart pounded violently as she ran up the grand staircase. Margaret followed close behind. “It happened so suddenly,” Margaret said anxiously. “He was in his study, and then we heard a loud crash.” Emma reached the study door. It was locked. “Mr. Blackwood!” she called, knocking hard. No answer. “Sir!” Margaret’s voice trembled. “Please open the door.” Silence.

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

I stopped just before him. He gave my face a searching look but said nothing more to acknowledge me. Looking over my head he ordered. “Timothy, tell me what has happened.” “These witches.” He pointed to me. “Were out here bathing in the dark. Frolicking with demons while they engaged in filthy acts of intercourse.”

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.

**Winter's POV** My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty and determination as I clutched the decoy book close. A part of me feared the witches would see through the facade and refuse to help. But I had to try—I couldn’t return to my friends empty-handed. Reaching the edge of the mystical boundary, I paused, taking a moment to ground myself. The Moonshade Lilacs greeted me like old friends, their petals shimmering softly. I inhaled deeply, the magical aroma infusing me with courage. The boundary once again parted for me, wisps of violet mist swirling in its wake, guiding my steps back into the witch realm.

I say, and they both nod. After about an hour, it's time for the run of the wolves. The young pups and witches are guided inside by the coven witches, Stephanie and Ms.Blanch. Rain and I walk to the middle of the room, and everyone turns their attention to us. "It's time for the traditional Run of the Wolves. The coven witches have volunteered to watch over the pups so that every wolf can participate in the run as well. Changing tents have been set up for those that want privacy as they shift. Please join my mate and me in the courtyard and begin our run." I say, and everyone starts to make their way toward the double doors. Rain tells Odett that we will be back soon, and we both give her a

They drop to their knees and scream with their hands over their ears. "Playtime is over bitches." Zeida says as she returns to us and gives me a high five. Kierra, Mariela, Eva, and Mav step forward to begin chanting a spell. I try to walk toward Euphenia and Calla, but my body starts shaking. What's happening? I leap into the air over the others and land near the witches. My body seems to have a mind of its own as I kick Euphenia so hard that she flies back and hits a tree, making it fall.

They arrived at their desired location; a room which had a large wooden table and the pentagram hung on the wall. “Remove your clothes” the first witch ordered while the rest went standing by the edge of the table. Sonia took off her silk dress and was left with nothing but her panties. The witch asked her to take it off too and she complied. “Step forward and lay down on the table” the two witches who had taken positions at the edge of the table urged her. Sonia laid down at the table as she was instructed. The three witches began chanting in a mild language to which Sonia could control her view to watch closely as they circled the table.