Witches Yule Novels & Stories

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.

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."

CHAPTER 2 SURPRISES IN STORE Previously on Witches: The Rising “It’s a brand new day, Clara. Don’t you think? And besides today is…” The woman was saying but Clara cut her off, “I know what today is, Ma. You don’t have to remind of my eighteenth birthday. You have been planning for it since I was ten.” Clara’s mother faked a pained gasp as she replied, “Not ten. Maybe something like since you were fourteen years old. Now get up from bed. You are going to be late for school and I do not pay your tuition so that you can be late for school.” Clara glanced at her mother and changed her eyes to be big to appeal to her mother, “Do I have to go to school today. Can’t I just stay home with you and d

It took me only a heartbeat to realize they were, in fact, witches. "Yutsk is a coven town," Gwendolyn said as she turned to the couple who bowed to me, faces eager. "?????, Nataliya." She gestured to me. "Coven Leader Hayle, this is Coven Leader Nataliya Makosky and her husband, Fedir."

Ophelia and the witches begin to chant as they walk, and the wolves howl alongside. Dylan and Bear walk either side of me, surrounded by our own team. Each one of them has prayed for my woman and child. We reach the clearing in the forest, and I gently lay Anna down on the stone. Ophelia smiles as she stands at the head of the stone as. Another witch stands at the bottom and one to either side of Anna; at the stroke of midnight, the witches begin to chant as the wolves begin to howl, the wind begins to whip around us as the sky opens up, and the moon goddess appears before us.

The witches' presence was palpable. Reaching the summit, they found themselves in an eerie glen bathed in an unnatural, pulsating light. The witches, cloaked in black form fitting outfits, emerged from the darkness. Their eyes glowed with malevolence as they chanted incantations that sent shivers down their spines. The air was charged with tension as they cautiously advanced through the dense foliage, their weapons at the ready. Kollie moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her eyes fixed on the magical women and men ahead.

“If this rite is to be done, it must be done in solemnity. Council, do we vote to allow the witches to proceed?” A thousand hands waved. Some for, some against. The dividing chant went on until at last the motion passed by the thinnest margin. A few Alphas stood in protest and left the hall in disgust, but most stayed, curiosity and hunger bounding them. The witches prepared. They lit herbs, smoke swirled, perfuming the room with bitter-sweet scents that pricked the eyes. They laid a circle of salt around Winny. The younger witch handed me a bowl with water and something that shivered like a captured star. My hands almost refused to accept it. Winny looked at me once, a flash of fear and ple

It just made Tiana remind herself to never take life for granted. Tiana nodded after taking a deep breath. "all set Yael." Tiana’s gaze looked at her without hesitation and Yael smiled. "I will be needing five more female witches for the ceremony. Please wait here a moment." Yael said and then she quickly left them. Shortly after six female phoenix witches came, now dressed in pure white garments. Yael was among the six. After Tiana gave them the signal to start. The witches spread out their hands, surrounding the frozen pond, forming a perfect circle. They each took a spot where there was a pavement path leading towards the fountain. And then, they walked slowly towards the frozen fountain.

The grand chandelier that once dazzled the room with opulence now hung cracked and flickering, casting fractured light across the battlefield that had once been a ballroom. Wolves stalked between toppled tables and shattered glass, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their fur—black, silver, russet—was streaked with blood, claws dripping with violence. Snarls rumbled from deep within their throats. The witches, dressed in black and crimson robes, floated above the floor, their feet barely touching the marble. Their eyes shimmered with cruel amusement, their fingers wreathed in dark smoke. Some laughed softly as they cast spells, weaving magic like silk through the air—binding, blinding, bre