Witches Stories Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as

I ask, hurt, now that she's here and I want to know everything. "The witches wanted to extinguish the other races," she explains, and I furrow my brow in disbelief. "They knew you would oppose it and did everything in secret. They kidnapped the wolves and killed them, all in the dead of night." "This can't be true. We were a peaceful people!" I say firmly, unable to accept this revelation.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

Beth thrashed, clawing at the iron grip around her scalp, but it was useless. My stomach lurched as the witch’s jaw unhinged unnaturally wide, her rotten teeth bared, aiming for Beth’s neck. "Wait, wait! Please wait!" I cried, desperation clawing at my throat. "Don’t do this—take me instead! Please, take me!" Tears blurred my vision as I stared into the witch’s dead, soulless eyes. My hands trembled at my sides. I would do anything, anything, to keep Beth alive. The witch tilted her head, watching me like a cat toying with its prey. A slow, sinister smile curled across her lips. She swayed slightly, back and forth, as if savoring the moment. A sick game.

“Okay Dad.” “Go back to sleep.” Her dad tucks her in and then he goes back to his room. The morning came and they headed to the witches cottage. As they got closer the image that Isabella saw kept flashing in her head. Each time it got clearer. They finally reached the witch's house and She was outside in her garden. The witch heard a twig snap and she turned to see who it was. She smiled when she realised it was Isabella and her father. The witch invites them Inside to have some cookies and milk. Isabella told her about what she heard and what she saw. The Good Witch thanked her for telling her and then she walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a strange looking shell.

" She was quiet for a moment, her eyes drifting to Esmeralda, something tender moving through her face before she began. She told me gently, the way you tell someone a story that still carries pain in it. “Some years ago, she said, the white witch had spoken a prophecy and Alpha Damien had decided it was false, a fabrication, and in those days what Damien said was what became true, a trial was held and the white witch was condemned and burned, what followed after that couldn't be contained” . “Witches who had lived quietly beside wolf packs for generations, who had asked for nothing and caused no trouble, broke open with grief and fury, it was from years of being merely