Witches Wheel Novels & Stories

She didn't even want to hear any apology from them since they couldn't trust her. The five sisters were sitting in the dining with their hands on the table, staring at each other, waiting for Freya to speak up. Tonight, there was a full moon, they could hear the howling of wolves from far distances. Lights struck the wooden floor from the half-opened window. Finally, Sabrina had forgotten about the whole thing that transpired between them. “Sabrina, Earnestine, Janeka, and Hayley Michael,” Freya said, glaring at them. “This is the House of Witches.” She continued.

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

The moment the liquid touched the line, it spread rapidly and encircled the entire ring like a yellow border. Then she brought out three objects belonging to the ancient Rose witches. The first was a wooden carving of a sheaf of wheat, symbolizing abundance. The second was a spiral stone, representing fertility. The third was a small glass carving in the shape of an unopened bud, symbolizing purity. She placed all of them before her and gestured to Eva and Kael. The two knelt in front of the symbols. A stone bowl was set before them. Elly took a thin, small knife from inside an old piece of leather. It looked rusty, but its sharpness was palpable. She placed the knife and the stone bowl befo

Gunnar, Bianca, the guards, and the warriors all shifted into their wolves and ran into the crowd of witches. Helios, Hermes, Nyx, Eris, and Sabnac ran with the wolves and used their magic on the witches. Some of the witches froze when they realized they were fighting gods and goddesses. They knew their magic wouldn't be able to defeat them.

Looking around the table, there are twelve other witches in the room besides Celeste, totaling thirteen, a sacred number for witches. “Please sit,” Celeste says, waving her hand towards the chairs. I had already warned our group about Celeste’s little trick, so when she unexpectedly pulls our chairs in the second we are in front of them, we sit down primly, while Bella and Citra slightly levitate to prepare for it.

And for one, terrifying moment, time seems to stand still until it stops, only to rush forward as if making up for the missing moments in a rush of movement and terror. Shards of the door fly in every direction as the space is rushed by a team of wolves and witches working in concert. At the lead is my mate, Sylvester, his fists still glowing with the same blue light as a moment before. By his side is Araminta and another elder witch I do not recognize. They immediately file in to the sides of him, their eyes bright, their bodies aglow, holding a wand-like focus aloft, as if waiting for a battle. Chancy was right about one thing–the cavalry had arrived. It just wasn’t his calvary.

The Ritual Witches staggered up their feet to see the rings that have been scattered all over the slab. They turned to the entrance door to see the Ancient Witches marching toward them in their numbers. They didn't wait as they quickly stretched their hands ready for the attack. There was a release of lightning from the scepter of the Ancient Witches toward Miranda's but they chant their spells as well that force it to change direction thereby destroying the roof. The Wolves raced out from different rooms toward the Witches who had no choice but to direct the lightning at them. . . . A Macho Wolf could be climbing up the stairs when he heard a noise below.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."