Witches Stories Novels & Stories

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

Karen stood up and went to help her The witches are getting closer They both pushed the small stone with all their power and it closed they fell to the ground and didn't say a word they were listening to the witches Which way did they follow one of the witches asked I don't know the other answered Let's just go back and tell the Queen that we killed all of the people in the village one of the witches suggested You are right cause we didn't meet up with them one of the witches said and the witches left * The witches kingdom of Flair The witch queen Natalie was sitting on the throne with her cup of blood in her right hand in the throne room when the witch guards brought reports to her My Queen

Her voice was clear like a drop of water to the still sea, giving a resonating beautiful echo. "I'm still on the way, what is it Claudia?" He asked in a low tone out of consideration that the girl was sleeping. "The business on the South had been finished, the humans have been hiding things according to the faeries. They said the faceless has been kidnapping children in the South village. But strangely, the faeries claimed that the faceless to have been killed by the villagers instead."

Everyone around us started smiling and nodding in agreement and Wade smiled, “I would love to. The more time I get with my girls, the better for me.” He brought drinks out for all of us, then asked, “So exactly what happened that brought all of you together?” Taylor spoke first, “My very first excuse is I was raised by humans who just found me in their back yard as a newborn. Seventeen years later, I am walking in my back yard, I touch the fence and I’m suddenly in a strange room with a woman who looks a lot like me! I had no idea I was even a witch before that moment. She put shackles on me and told me to wait for my siblings. That’s how I found out I have siblings.”

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

the alpha reminds us. I suppress a groan and fist my hands at my sides. The forest is now going to be crawling with Werewolves trying to track down the princesses. How am I going to keep her hidden?

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

“This sucks. I don’t want to stay here all afternoon. How are we going to help anyone from here?” “Don’t you just wish we were like those witches from that British series, you know the one with the school?” Juniper muses. “Then we could just grab our broomsticks and fly to Rosalynd in time to save her." "My dear child, you need to stop reading those trash fantasies," Marigold scolds, shaking her head. "You'll get all the wrong ideas. The woman who wrote them was an absolute loon. Obviously, she has never met a real witch."

All three of them stare at me "Fairy tales are real, at least the ones with werewolves, witches and the bloody vampires. We have existed since before Christ, the world has always been full of magical creatures." "Where did you get these things from?" I asked staring at Alice as if she were an alien, or had gone crazy at once. "You want to know the truth, don’t you? So listen to the end without interruption." I just nodded in agreement, if she wanted silence to make up some fantasy story, I’d give it to her. "You descend from a line of powerful witches, just as I come from a long line of werewolves." Flora entered the conversation, leaving me even more shocked. How far would they take the fan

“Its alright, Its all going to be okay” Queen of the Witches, she had been called, she had been reunited with the witches of the witch Kingdom one more time, and she was not thinking this, this was actually real, to her, “Do not think about it too much Mannon.”, Hadassah said, as they flew up in the skies on the wyverns, beasts created with the blood of Witches, an aftermath of grandmother’s crazy designs, had brought them here, the witch really out done herself this time, “not bad grandmother, not bad at all.”, she muttered to herself.