Witches Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"How much time does she have?" "Six years at most." Hecate told her. Six years sounded like a long time for some, but before long, the time will come. Leto nodded before approaching Artemis, the brown Wolf in tow. Hecate watched the mother and daughter greet one another with a simple gesture over their hearts before disappearing. Hecate stood alone in the abandoned temple, the sound of singing seagulls and crashing waves her only company now. Maybe it was because she was accustomed to it, but the darkness at the edge of the horizon seemed to inch ever so closer. Six more years until fate rested in the palm of the hands of a mortal, but that's how stories normally went. Heroes and heroines, r

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”