Witches Yule Novels & Stories

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.

As she is walking, the witches get quiet as she passes them. When she gets to the front of the room, she speaks, “I found this baby in the forest less than one hour ago. She was just born less than two hours ago, because her umbilical cord was still attached and warm. I can tell you, that she is going to be one of these most powerful witches in history. I can also tell you that her biological mother is Dahlia.” There was an audible gasp and murmuring until Queen Winnie held up her hand for silence, then continued, “She can not be returned to Dahlia, no matter the consequences. She will be raised as my child, and as a white witch. Under no circumstances is this information to leave our coven.

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.

Alley POV: I felt a little bad that they had been waiting on me so long, but as soon as my eyes met Stephen's bright blue ones all my senses kicked into overdrive and it felt like it was our first date all over again. Rose purred louder in my head as I took in his crisp white suit with a matching white tie and flat top shoes. His hair was slicked back and he looked mighty fine. "You look beautiful princess." Stephen said as he extended his hand to me. I felt the blush creep across my face. "Thank you for walking her down Jack." Stephen said, looking at Jack. I knew it, I knew he sent Jack. "My witches and alphas, it is time." Athea said, gaining all of our attention. I see white was the righ

the older woman scoffs. “Witches,” the girl confirms. “Swear it. Mireth wants them back in Lunemar. Says they can help with healing, childbirth, crops. Says they’ve changed and wants to promote peace.” She glances at the snow-dusted ground. “I just wish it would be spring already. Maybe if the witches left, winter would finally leave with them. She said it’s time for unity. That we should vote to let them in.” A low growl rumbles in my chest, unbidden. One of my youngest fighters flinches at the sound and veers sideways, ears flat. He stumbles, then shakes it off, snarling at his opponent.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

“My name is Ryan. I’m the Rogue Alpha, but you knew that part. These are my seers. They will perform the rite to ensure your integrity…well, your integrity as far as I’m concerned. Clearly, it’s lacking where your Alpha matters.” Mona rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.” Ryan took her by the hand and led her to the three witches. The women were identical, down to the shoes on their feet. They had long, black hair that framed their pale faces. Lips the color of wine stood out against the stark white of their skin. Their dresses were plain white, paired with brown sandals. Three pairs of brown eyes watched her approach.

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.

The gatherings lasted twelve days, during which time the twenty young witches feasted, burned Yule logs, and congregated at the secret sanctuary. On the other side of the blue-orange lagoon was a little altar where they had placed their offering, a healthy snow-white hare whose blood had been drained and placed in a silver goblet, for the gods to bless. The different connections of potions and plants that would be utilized in the ceremony are depicted on the other side of the altar. They added the most significant items to the table to commemorate the return of the sun: golden, silver, and yellow-hued candles, which represent the sun.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.