Witches Steps Novels & Stories

They continued to stare at each other without blinking and then finally, after a few seconds, she looked back at me. I took a confident step forward. The witches took a reluctant step back. I clenched my fists as I stared straight into her eyes, waiting for her reply. She craned her neck and gestured for her witch sisters to calm down. She then took a step forward as she uncrossed her arms.

Her body hits the wall causing her spell to die down around me. The smell of vanilla strikes my senses as I pass the staircase. I look to Lucian, and he has partially shifted using his claws to slash at the witches before they teleport into nothingness. Deciding that he has it under control I fight against the swirling wind and make my way up the stairs. A small witch is setting at the top of the stairs. Wind swirls around her but does not touch her as she sits peacefully.

A few stable individuals were running around, attending to those in desperate need. Suddenly, three witches ran toward us, blocking our path. “We want to see the elder,” I said, but they didn’t move an inch. I wasn’t surprised by their actions. The witches had their own ways of doing things. They valued boundaries and preferred to keep to themselves, away from anyone who didn’t belong. We werewolves respected that and usually stayed out of their way. But now, I couldn’t afford to adhere to their rules. Finding Stephanie was my only priority, and I would do anything, even if it meant separating these witches' heads from their necks.

“We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.” Freda stands putting her hands out for Ivy to take them. Her eyes linger on Ivy genuine and warm. “Be not afraid of the power with in.” Freda speaks softly. Ivy shook her head and ran to the stairs and climbed down rushing to the living room to find her dad had passed out. “Dad? Wake up. Dad. Das please we need to go.” I

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

The tree glowed when their blood united. “We sacrifice our lives and our magic. From generation to generation the gift of magic shall be forgotten in our lineage.” The five witches declared. The oak tree glowed before the path created by the firestone disappeared while the relic(firestone) fell to the ground. Those five witches faded away while a tear dropped from Dania's eyes. “Are you ok?” Dania asked the werewolf who lay motionless, she tried to help her up, but she faded away.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers. When she entered her chamber, she saw Thaddious lying on the floor, convulsioing and thrashing about. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and the black foam was coming from his mouth again. This had become the tell tell signs Brutus was about to make an appearance. She was really growing tired of this.

The witches, with their ancient knowledge and mystical powers, prepared to perform the rites that would free me from the bonds that tethered me to Lucius. The lead witch, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light, approached me with purpose. Her hands moved deftly, tracing intricate patterns in the air as she began the ritual to remove the mark that Lucius had branded upon my skin. I gritted my teeth against the pain, feeling the searing heat of the magic as it worked its way through my body.

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin