Witches Wheel Novels & Stories

"An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!" The ground bearing the circle released a turret of purplish-black light and the sheer force of the power sent the witch flying to the ground. Her familiar tumbled with her but she luckily caught him before he could hit the wall and attain any serious damage. She groaned and looked at her work. Her eyes widen at the displeasing result

He turned towards witches and hollered. Witches joined in a circle and started their enchanting. My mate, Marlekeen and Eeskra led the circle, while we were fighting off the demons who were trying to attack them between the light flashes. Hairs of the witches rose in the air as they enchanted, and a new gust of crimson red magic saturated with blood-bounding sigil slithered through the grounds of Macabantran Castle.

He didn't want to let the witch know that they were on to her now. "And when you find Emma, ripe these paper dolls, and you will be transferred back here, because the pair of these paper dolls will be put on the three people waiting in this room." Winnie said as she gave out three paper dolls to the three warriors, while put the pair of the dolls on Erebus, Metis and Iapetus. "Don't mix it up." Winnie warned. "Of course!" Ares laughed at that warning. "My spell will almost certainly tip off the witch under the spell, so feel free to shift after you are in." Winnie said as they came and stood in a circle, prepared to go.

Witches screamed as magic was deflected, torn apart, or redirected with devastating counterattacks from Delilah, Stella, and Stacey. At one point, a group of witches tried to teleport directly into the nursery. Ethan leapt high, claws glowing with golden power, catching one mid-teleport and slamming her to the ground. Jade intercepted the others, while Jessica, recovering, unleashed a focused scream, destabilizing the spell. The nursery gates were reinforced by wolves from Moon Valley, while Silver Claw warriors formed a barrier to prevent Lycan from breaking through. Kimberly’s precision strikes cut a swath through the witches, her speed unmatched as she moved from threat to threat.

They were standing in the windows as one big group, waiting for her to leave the office building. They joked that a witch flies on an electric broomstick, a jet mop, and eventually rides an old, disintegrating duckweed. After stormy debates, they came to the controversial conclusion that the editorial witch drives a dozen years old, decaying junk, devoid of soul and character.

“When do you want to go?” “As soon as we can," Zael replies. "I think we need to bring a few wolves and witches with us, in case we need to fight.” “How many?” I ask. “Fifty wolves and witches in all. We can’t risk more than that.” I nod, and against my better judgment, I give in. The Cabal witches use crazy scary magic, but Crystal Rose’s magic is something we both understand and we can fight it. “Go with Willow,” I say, “and gather the witches. I’ll get the wolves.”

While our spies informed us that we still outnumbered them, our enemies still had the potential to cause a lot of damage and death. Delilah, Sebastian, Daemon and I drove down in one car to the gate to greet the new visitors. The entire Witch's Council, which comprised of thirteen witches and warlocks, were waiting at the gate. Delilah explained that Pania, Amiria and she were representatives in that they dealt with people on behalf of the Council but had no voting power.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”