Witches Yule Novels & Stories

I smiled, giving him a small hug as we all poured out of the room and into the back courtyard of the pack house. The whole yard was decorated in a plethora of differently colored flowers. Torches and fires were set up to help guide those with poor sight or mates who were human. Few witches and warlocks had visited for Sadie's sake wanting to see her only child finally growing his pack. The wolves were gathered to the left and the vampires to the right. Lycans had split themselves between the two groups to try and keep some peace. Gerwulf held my hand as we walked between the pathways. Flower petals and soft snow crunched beneath our feet. At the edge of the forest was the were council with o

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Arriving at a red mahogany door, I knock and wait. In the span of two minutes, the door creaks open to reveal a pair of tired brown eyes that widen upon sighting me. “Alpha,” Anya greets. “How can I help? Is everything alright with Natalie?” “Not yet. But it will be. I actually need your help with something else. The witches are here and they are hurt pretty badly, they require a small mortar and pestle as well as some water. Can you help with that?” “Of course, Alpha. Let me just get dressed and I will get them ready.”

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Even so, the bruises that were starting to form looked grievous and failed to disguise. Victor exhaled "Lyanna, you will come with me to the hall to speak about what you witnessed" Lyanna nodded momentarily. She would make sure that Helena would not escape the punishment she deserved this time. "Cecil, can you use your magic to treat her wound?" The Alpha turned to the girl standing next to the couch. The Witches of Lusevell were born with a gift from the goddess to practice magic. Even so, they needed to practice it for the rest of their lives and learn the spells of the most ancient language ever. Not an easy spell.

Something I intend on winning even if it means serving up these two. ~ Yannah started to come to, it was about time she had been unconscious for almost twenty four hours. I need them both working on strengthening the pack border. We must prepare for an oncoming attack. I stroll into the wing of the old packhouse that the two witches occupy expecting to find them working. Yannah is still in bed and Venus is standing over her offering her some sort of purple liquid that smells awful. Yannah looks pale, the minute her eyes land on me she tries to sit up but Venus places a hand on her shoulder.

My eyes were dancing around, two demons invading the witches' land, if I lose a single strand of my hair I will make sure to kill that girl called Alora when she gains consciousness. “How far is her house or the village?!.” Rebecca asked. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. We both heard a scream, a tall grass covered our view, we both walked quietly towards the grass and tried to see what was happening. Oh no!!, no no no!!. It was the muerte festival. This is horrible we shouldn’t be here. At this time of the year the witches go around cleanings the village. With there spells they fished out their enemies or any creatures that doesn’t belong in their village. The gather them at the end of th

As if each laugh held something bad. I clutched at Orion's hand. He did not flinch, but gave my fingers a hard squeeze of reassurance. We continued on further. The cave opened into a larger cave that was filled with a pale blue light that seemed to come from the rocks themselves. And that is where I saw the witches. They were seated on rock thrones in a wide semicircle. Twelve women. They were all elderly. Their skin was draped in folds and wrinkles like parched paper, their hair slithering in thick matted locks, their eyes hollow. But their eyes, God, their eyes, blazed with dagger fury, focused on us with wordless fury.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

he said urgently, prompting me to quickly throw on my clothes. I opened the door wider, and to my astonishment, there stood a group of Alphas, bowing on their knees. Their deference struck me as strange and unexpected. As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on two witches cloaked in black robes, their presence unsettling me further. Why had they brought a witch along with them? “Alpha King Xavier,” one of the witches began, her voice steady but laced with urgency, “we are sorry for all that we did. Please, we need your help.” Her words caught my attention, pulling me into the gravity of the situation.