Witches Wheel Novels & Stories

Channelling spells weren't easy to come by, in fact my mother used to tell me that no living witch in other parts of the world could perform that. My mother had taught me time and time again that witchcraft mostly revolved around four elements. Water, fire, air and soil. Looking at the image, the candle represented fire, the tin of water was pretty direct. The pots of plant represented soil, from which they grew with the bird clearly standing in for air. What I didn't understand was the ring of fire, what did it represent? A slight headache was beginning to form, my mind overworking to try and break the hidden meaning. Where was the written spell to go along with the depiction?

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

“What did Willam tell you child?” Ivy tilted her head. “Well that we originated from the isles where the witch trails were and that we are all witches.” Freda hummed in response a small smirk on her lips. “That is all is true, open that trunk.” Ivy’s gaze settles on the large leather trunk stained in a red dye. The metal detailing in a gold colour, faded and scuffed. It had clearly been around for a long time. Collecting dust passed on from generations.

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi

~EPIOLGY~ I hope you all have enjoyed reading The Alphas Witch. This is the first book in the series 'The Alphas'. I hope you will all join me in the next adventure,'The Alphas Secret Luna', where the 3rd generation of magic, William Harris, will take over the New Moon Rising pack and Harris Enterprises. While learning to control his powers and figure out how to capture his reluctant Luna's heart. Of course, we will not forget about our original cast of characters. They will need to help and guide William along his journey and put an end to the black market selling of pups. I looked forward to creating another world for you all to explore. Thank you all so much for your support and follows!

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

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

Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out: - Furfur! - Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.