Witches Titles Novels & Stories

"I'm sure our messengers informed you of our desire for–" "A truce?" The youngest among the witches—the 'maiden'— chimed in, a mocking grin on her face. "Yes, we're aware of your... Naive interest in seeking peace. We've been termed so many things throughout the years by your kind. 'Rogues', 'Traitors', ' Aberrations of the natural order'. And we've gladly embraced all the titles you've given us. So tell us, what makes you think we'll want peace?"

His glyphs shone brighter. The long silence had started to make her anger crumble, and slowly she felt trepidation and, fear. She couldn't hold his gaze anymore so she casted it towards the windows and then th-- "Out." The prince ordered quietly, and she fled the office quickly. * Now as she stood on the snow she reluctantly admitted she might have been a tad too harsh. "The earth witches!" She lifted her head to see a warlock directing the earth witches away. "Red witches." An old ice woman called, Dea and her castle witches followed behind her.

All the witches present take of their hoods at this point, for the biennial meeting of the Witch Council, has begun. “Niam khawv koob, foom koob hmoov rau nws cov menyuam nrog lub zog, twsj hwm thiab hais kom ua. Raws li nws tau pib, yog tam sim no thiab puas yuav yog[1],” all chant before opening their eyes.

"What about the witches? You never mentioned them, but the warriors said they are involved too." "They are on their own side and never mingled with other species before. A single witch is weak, but a coven has immense power. They stick together and play both sides. Witches don't care who wins or what any of us do until it harms them. The decades of fighting has spilled onto their territory and they kill any other species that get too close to them." "Creepy. Definitely don't want to meet a witch." "No, you don't." "Why do they call you prince?"

My eyes widened in terror. The Dark Witches.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

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.

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

It's slavering jaws hung open and its razor-sharp teeth were bared, as it advanced towards her with its blood-red eyes, ablaze with undisguised hunger. It occurred to Merlin that werewolves didn't normally have red eyes, something was wrong with these werewolves and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. The werewolves were not rogues, they were under a powerful spell and instinctively, she knew that only another witch could cast such a spell. The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet.