Witches Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

There was a couch in the room, so I sat there while Mom now turned, giving me her back as she walked to the window. “I don't know if you've heard the saying that witches and werewolves don't mix?” It sounded like a question, so even though she couldn't see me, I still nodded my head. “Witches are the root of all evil; they do spells, manipulate, and are the reason why bad things happen.” Okay, I don't know why she was telling me this, but it was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. “Long back in the witch coven lived a girl, Bella. She was smart, beautiful, and very curious. Now, just like other tribes, witches also had a leader; unlike werewolves, their leader is called a mother witch.

After a few hours, I plunge then took into semi-darkness, leaving only a small light on, and slip under the covers. I glare at the book. "Very well! It's just you and me!" I lean against the headboard and put the book on my lap. What I discover is fascinating. It's a collection of handwritten accounts of witches of all ages. The oldest dates back to the Middle Ages. The writings are indeed originals. I touch them with deference. What some witches experienced in discovering their gift seems to reflect my own emotions. I'd never thought I'd read so much in one day, but I identify with them so much that I forget the time.

was doing everything in her power to make her temporary occupation strive along with her team members: Max, Ethan, Laura, and a few other kids from the first grade who were handing out candies as she narrated the story. Nora, dressed in a witch costume waved her hands, motioning to the kids around. "Gather around, folks," she called in her best eerie tone as a few kids began to cluster around their booth. "Let me tell you a tale of the Unfortunate Witch Hunt." "Once upon a time, back in the olden days, witches dwelled harmoniously amongst humans, practicing magic that was beneficial to both kinds. It was all peaceful and serene until a few humans began to feel envious of the recognition the

I corrected Black. "After witches were sent into exile…." Before Cyrus would say anything else, I interrupted him. "I'm sorry did you say sent into exile?" I asked him, confused. As a child, Alpha King Elijah always told me stories about witches. According to him, a strange illness had broken out amongst the witch, claiming all of their lives. This was my reason to quickly find out if there was any trace of witchcraft in her. I wanted to be sure if she was a witch and if she had that illness too.

But it barely explained why, for years, the pain gripped me each time I transformed back and forth. Alexander changed too - and I realized my mistake early. We were out in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, in what he called the Land of The Witches. I had never heard of the witches except around campfires when the elders told us that the witches were not to be trusted, and that back in the day, they used magic to seduce the wolves and snapped their necks any chance they got. But none of us had actually seen one. To me, witches were just a myth.

Blue and Cane stood before the three witches with peaky eyes on them, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The eldest of the witches said in a smile. “A witch and an Alpha so far from home” the youngest added looking keenly back at them. “What did you do to my friends?” Blue demanded, she knew it was their doing that Anthonia and others got lost along the way. “They are insignificant to us so we took them out” the middle aged witch answered in a poised manner.

Thick smoke curled around the doorway. Her terrifying laughter continued to ring through the air, and my feet immediately began trembling. At once, I remembered the stories Mother used to tell me. Twenty-one years ago, witches had been among the most cunning creatures alive. If a witch told you that a color was white, you should question it immediately because chances were the color was actually black. Lies flowed through them as naturally as breathing. Because of their cunning nature, countless creatures struggled to defeat them. At the same time, countless creatures hated them.

With a conspicuous eyes, she threw the carriage a glance before its door shuts closed, making an eye contact with those dangerous penetrating stares from the young prince for a brief moment. With the stallion pressing forward ahead of the palace guards’ convoy, the tribe princess wore a smile when the prince began to tell a tale about the surrounding forest around them, saying those old stories about the legends on human snake who reigned the entire forest and the existence of witches being executed by the catholic church itself. “I have heard although it was a pure old myths that witches can resurrect someone dead in exchange of a very huge price.” Prince Woon continued. “Price.” She mumble

He says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Yes, I can hear you, go on.” “Okay, so she was the missing piece that turned the war around. She single handedly led the werewolves and fairest into war, conquering the dragons and casting them out.” “What happened to the fairies and witches that didn't join the dragons?” “Fairies hid their existence since then some witches did too, a few can be found in some packs though.” “Wow, you're not such a bad storyteller,” I tease with a smile.