Witches Yule Novels & Stories

This morning, we came to check on the living arrangements, and Mom thought it would be best to meet old friends and start spreading the news since I used to summon them from this same forest when I was younger, and I agreed. Some witches started coming from different parts of the country. Once the east wing of the witch colony was finished, Mom started calling them. Since then, two more buildings have been constructed. The final wing, where Mom and my aunts will occupy, is still under construction. Nate and Bastien planned everything: the ritual room on the penthouse, and the three sisters had their individual suites just below that. The library and stockroom will occupy two floors beneath t

“Oh, how dramatic. What a show you witches put on. Careful, Melinda… you might impress me yet.” “Shut up, Lucius,” Valerius said without looking at him, his eyes fixed on the witches. Melinda ignored both men. She knelt, touching her fingertips to the cold chest of one of the dead intruders. “Hold the circle,” she instructed. “Do not break it, no matter what you hear. Fragments of memory can claw back. They don’t always like being seen.” Zoe and Diana moved into position. Together, the three witches began to chant. The words weren’t English, older, rougher, a language that scraped against Chloe’s skin like sandpaper. The candles flared, their flames bending inward, as though sucked toward th

The room was silent. "They believe," Lucian continued, "that we...wolves, fae, witches, all of us; need to remember what happens when fear turns to hate." Someone near the back whispered, "There are no witches here." Lucian's eyes flicked to me. "No," he said. "There aren't." What the hell did he mean by that? He left after that. Kade followed and the door swung shut behind them. Professor Yvonne clapped her hands. "Back to work. Scene three, anyone? No? Fine. Scene four. Ashcroft, you're up."

I am just sixteen so I am still learning and mastering the act. Our pack is mixed with witches and werewolves and most of the witches do not shift but we are not threatened by that as we have supernatural powers. The boundaries of our pack the emerald pack is fortified by the spell cast centuries ago by a powerful witch and this have made our pack impenetrable, we have since been cordial to other packs and never being at war with others within our territory, and most times visitors traveled from far and wide to get our portions or spells.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

The adult werewolves chattered amongst themselves, some in groups and others in pairs. I should have felt sheer unbridled abhorrence towards them for everything they had put me through. 5 years of name calling and unwarranted scornful insults, I stood on the raised podium, as their Luna. Following the threat from the alpha leader, they had no choice but to submit to the very witch they apparently loathed.

A cruel smile spread across her face. “Today is your lucky day,” she purred, dragging a long, yellowed nail down my jawline. “I don’t feel like eating you… But your friend—” her gaze flicked toward Beth, who was frozen in horror at the foot of the basement stairs, “—she’s definitely on my menu tonight.” My eyes widened. “No! Please!” I begged. The witch only laughed, a bone-chilling cackle that echoed off the stone walls. And then—she vanished, her form melting into the darkness like smoke.

The witches asked. "Go back and and pass my words to your King. i shall not forget our deal. The unknowns will help Witches in the war against werewolves" Yolanda replied shocked the shit out of both Zayn and Gigi. if the unknowns will take part in the war than Werewolves are fated to be defeated. The witches gave an disgusting smile before nodding and left. "You dare to do that to my people!" Gigi yelled but it only resulted in the pressure increase on her making her groan in pain.

NICKLAUS'S POV But the witches stood strong, their collective energy merging into a radiant shield of light. The brilliance of their magic intensified, blinding in its beauty, as they pushed back against the darkness. A surge of power rippled through the air, and the monstrous entity began to fade, its form dissolving into nothingness until it was no more than a memory. Relief washed over the crowd, followed by a wave of applause and admiration for the witches' power and unwavering resolve. The bonfire crackled, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper tales of triumph over darkness.

Gillian was busy all day keeping everything running smoothly and forbidding me from asking anything I could help with. Taking Xavier's arm, I stepped outside and stood on the terrace with the beta, gamma, and deltas. Just a quick update from Chadwick: the witches had been returning to Colvon since the last month of winter. Normally there wasn't a welcome this festive, but since Xavier wanted to introduce me to Elenor, a special dinner was arranged. Ten minutes into the wait, the wind in the front yard suddenly swirled. Dust flew up and twisted into a small tornado. In the next second, the wind just blew away. Instead, eleven women in maroon hoods stood there.