Witches Stories Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

"The stories begin the same way." Her voice settled into the rhythm of an old tale. "One unbearably hot afternoon, two witches went into labor. They were sisters of the same coven. Both carried children conceived with human men. When the births were over..." She paused. "...both babies were boys." My mother lowered her cup.

I told her, and pulled back from her. "So tell me. How did your night go?" she asked, taking a seat on the bed. I shrugged. "Fine. Had a couple of drinks and went back home." I lied through my teeth. Rule no 5 in the witches book of rules : Never lie to a moon witch.

Siri 'continues as the greetings stop. 'We know this enemy'. A group of witches appears. 'We have helped our English sisters look in The witch's hammer for the trail of the dark enemy'. I do not understand why, but I know instinctively that this group is the Scandinavian witches. 'Who is the dark one ? Our job is to take care of those wolves. We have not received any alerts about a new enemy'. A witch in a colorful dress, from the West African coven, becomes visible. Although the dark woman speaks her own language, I still understand what she is saying. The astral plane we are all on had to have that effect.

She looked around us to see everyone had stopped all movements. She narrowed her eyes at me, "Fine. Remove the fire." She said, "I think I'll keep the fire up just in case, how about we start with your name." I said knowing the others were making their way up to us. Her eyes scanned around me to the others. "You work for the dark witches?" She asked, "No, we are in alliance and I could tell you why if you give me your name." I said, trying to gauge her reaction. "My name is Ambrosia." She replied, locking her red eyes on mine. "I'm Alley, and that is Pythia, leader of the dark witches." I said pointing to Pythia who made her way up to stand next to me. "Who are the others? It's clear they ar

Marjien could only smile and maneuver her jewel pets to destroy the bodies of the witches along with their crystal spells. The princess clenched her fists in the air, her demeanor became as cold as the snow. The ice that surrounded three witches bursts, bringing them with the explosion. Vivien hacked, slashed, and stabbed her way into the center of the swarming witches. After decapitating another witch that looked like a disintegrating skeleton, she took her time to look around. They're in a state of being outnumbered. These witches with Kirsten were obviously starved for this purpose. The witches not only kill, but they also ate flesh. All they could do is either keep their limbs together o

Roland pressed. She looked shaken, and Elena hated that because Gail never looked shaken. “When Maria and I were children, our grandmother told us stories,” Gail said slowly. “Old witch stories. Not werewolf legends.” “About what?” Elena asked. “The beginning.” The room seemed to quiet around her. “Wolves tell the story differently. They say the Moon Goddess gifted wolves their strength, their hierarchy, their connection.” “She did,” Roland said. Gail nodded. “Yes. But witches believe there was one before the packs.”

It's all true, all of it. Granny Gwynn used to tell me stories about werewolves and witches. She never had a story book, just told them from right out of her head. I thought she made them up as she went along. She would even make up songs about a moon goddess, fated lovers, battles and magic. I was enchanted by them. Daydreaming about the make believe world she had brought to life in my imagination was a comfort in my solitude. I’m starting to think it wasn’t all made up. What she told me might, could, be real, and Phoenix and his brothers are the proof, right in front of my eyes.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

"You and that study. You're just like your father. Too curious for your own good." I smiled. "Please, Mama? Just a little story. I promise I’ll sleep right after." She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "Alright. Just one story." I turned around and snuggled under the covers, watching her as she sat beside me, tucking the blankets around me tight. The moonlight coming in from the window made her hair glow silver. "The Flare Witches," she began, her voice a little lower now, like she was telling a secret. "They were one of the most powerful witch factions to ever exist. Not many remember them now. Some even say they were just a legend, but they were real. Very real."