Witches Titles Novels & Stories

Nena stepped in, slightly out of breath, a look of quiet urgency on her face. “My lady.” Nena said, bowing her head. “The prince commands that you come to eat.” Aeryl turned, her eyes flickering toward the candle. **** **** Aramisius gaze burned across the room, dark and sharp as the murmurs of the court reduced. One of the judges cleared his throat and spoke. “On behalf of Prince Aramisius Knighte of the Outboards, we invite the witches to speak to the court.” The chamber doors opened, and four witches glided in, their robes whispering across the marble. They bowed low, heads almost touching their knees.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

“Would you give up your crown to be her consort?” “No,” I admitted. My father had given me five months to find my mate. Time was running out. Before River could reply, my phone rang. Alpha King. I answered instantly. “Yes, Dad—” His roar thundered through the line. “What are you still doing in Verona City? You’re staying in a hotel when you have a penthouse, and worse—you’ve jeopardized our treaty with the witches!” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?” “I just received a letter from the Witches’ Council. Signed by Alister Silverlake.”

Oh, and they are always hungry. I am nervous. Witches do not play fair. They always have tricks up their sleeves, an endless list of backup plans until they achieve what they want, regardless of the consequences. They sacrifice and manipulate people to do their bidding. Some spineless werewolves would submit willingly if the witch offered a tempting offer.

"Yes, the people and villagers in the South had been acting very odd. What should I do about this, my lord?" "Send the report back to the church, it is not our work to deal with humans unless they dare to show their nose to our land. But find more about the faceless, their movement is getting very intriguing." Mike replied briefly, looked down to notice Ariana eyes under the eyelids moving lively. He wondered for a moment what kind of dream she was having as her lips sounded she was munching unto something. "I understand," She paused for a moment. "Also, my lord the mermaids in the Mirror Sea said that the lord of the vampires had been making a move." Claudia continued her report when sudden

She had gotten a hint at what direction the person or thing was standing so she stood facing the same direction while trying to see if she could see her or it clearly. "The audacity! I am the queen.." She began to speak before she trailed off as Lucia interrupted her rudely. . "The queen of what?" Lucia asked, as hair began to grow on her body, while long claws popped out. The sounds of her bones cracking sounded in the quiet room as she was in the process of shifting. "The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me."

The witches apologized, there was never a tyrant Queen, she was the Queen and Octavia was her name. The five witches requested Hayley, she had killed a witch queen and her punishment was death too. Alexia told them Hayley was dead. Surprised that she was dead, the witches introduced to Alexia a new Queen. Amanda. She was their leader and both women hugged each other. The witches left a while later after Alexia and Amanda promised each other undying support.

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

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

Willow kept her head down as she continued walking, wanting nothing more than just getting to first period. "Hold on there, Witch." A voice hissed her title, making her internally groan. She didn't enjoy being called out like that. Werewolves and Vampires, though were not afraid to mingle and coexist with the Humans, kept to themselves in their private packs or disguised themselves to blend in. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have that type of luxury. After the events of the Dark Witch Karmina all those years ago, everyone in the Supernatural community and even the Humans looked down on them. If it wasn't for their leader of the Light Witches, Miss J, she wouldn't be able to live where she