Witches Steps Novels & Stories

she began. "What dangers?" Miranda asked. "There's the Mad Alpha. You'll have to go through him before you'll be able to get to the witch," Izanna explained. "The Mad Alpha?" Nigel asked. "Aren't all Alphas a little mad?" He chuckled. Izanna paid no attention to him. "Come, follow me," she gestured to the others. "What, am I invisible? I asked you a question," Nigel fumed.

Dozens of women filled the space, all in white, their eyes sharp and assessing. The tall witch from before raised her hand. “This is the child of the goddess,” she declared. “Here, she is not Aurora. She will be called by the name the goddess gave her.” After the gathering, training began almost immediately. “Balance,” one of the witches ordered. Her tone was calm but firm. A narrow beam stretched across the forest floor, slick with dew. Mist curled low, wetting my skin as I stepped onto it. Each step made the wood shift beneath me. My arms stretched out, my knees bent slightly. Halfway across, my foot slid.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

29 – INVASION STEPHAN I heard a hissing sound and then out of the blue, one of the witches came flying at me from the dark. It was a good thing that I could see in the dark else that attack would have been really fatal. I spun to the side and she missed me wildly. She landed on the floor on all fours and then let out a high pitch piercing scream. The entrance to the cave began to tremble and everything around me felt like it was vibrating at an exceedingly high pace.

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

The only other instruction we were given was to change into a black sports bra and shorts, like at training, and pull our hair back. Our faces illuminated by the flickering light of candles. A sense of reverence and anticipation fills the air. The witch steps forward, as close to the circle as she can be without stepping over the line. Another wave of her hand and the herbs in the fire pit between Mina and I lights. I jump a little at the sudden spark and heat, but I don’t move from my position.

My wolves growl low, hackles rising, but none of them step forward. Cowards. I limp toward it. “Show yourself.” The fog tightens, pulling in, condensing like breath on a mirror. And the witch steps out. Not whole. Not solid. Not strong. But present. Her form flickers like dying candlelight. One moment tall and sharp, the next blurred and broken. Her cloak trails behind her in tatters, frayed edges smoking where the light must have burned through. She looks smaller than before. And more furious. Her voice drips like venom.

Once the witches finally get there, they both make different forms of foot holds. Hazel has taken the same route that I did and made foot holds out of earth. Jade makes some out of condensed air. The only problem is that the werewolfs are untrusting of the witches so they are not trusting the air foot holds. Instead, they are all taking turns using Jade's even where there are tons of others for them to use. After they get across, the two witches follow my lead and make their way across on a bridge of air.

I gasped, almost dropping it. “Hold it steady!” Mother urged. Gabriel stepped forward, eyes fierce. “Kimberly, you can do this! Focus on me. Just me. Hear my voice.” I locked onto his gaze. His presence calmed me, his voice guiding me. Slowly, the fire steadied, embedding into the blade instead of consuming it. I exhaled shakily. “I… did it.” The chamber erupted in cheers. Mother’s voice was solemn but proud. “Yes, you did. Tonight, you have taken your first true step as a witch of this coven.”