Witches Yule Novels & Stories

They mingled with the local townsfolk, exchanging stories and traditions, fostering a sense of unity among werewolf communities. The festivities commenced with a ceremonial procession led by Alpha Caleb and Lady Rory, adorned in traditional garments that symbolized the fertility and abundance of the harvest. They carried a grand basket filled to the brim with freshly harvested yams, a representation of gratitude towards the gods of the land for the bountiful harvest.

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."

“Witches Myan, I heard that there is a new adventurer with a new Witches bloodline enrolled in the Sirum City branch adventurer guild.” Witches Madea spoke with the Witches head of the Sirum City branch. Witches Myan is the head of the Witches Coven branch in Sirum City. This old lady is one of the High-level Witches in the Witches community who is respected in SULIME REALM. This old lady was over 300 years old where high-level Witches as well as werebeasts with high-level powers had a lifespan of up to 500 years. In SULIME REALM, the possessor of high-level power lived up to 500 years at most.

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

We turn the corner and in the clearing up ahead I see Marigold, Jasper, Juniper, Rainy, and Antigone all sitting in the mud, small knives in their hands digging away at roots, stems, and berries, stashing them away in small canvas bags. “Wildcrafting Day?” I query, intrigued. At the sound of my voice, Juniper looks up and waves, her curls bouncing in her high ponytail. “We made a deal with the fae to have the last Sunday of the month to gather our spell materials from these woods since we don’t have any wooded territory of our own.” He elaborates. “The witches used to control all the woods from Dows Prairie to Kneeland, but when the Fae had to move their mound to the Arcata Community Forest

Ersilia suggested as she walked up to my left, and I could feel the other three hags circling up behind me. “I am fine,” I assured them, waving a dismissive hand as I looked from the grimoire to the potion ingredients on the table. I am ensuring I have everything for the Yule celebration this month. The solstices are the two most significant events the Coven has, and it is generally at one of these that the next generation of witches is conceived. As twisted as that sounds, there is a lot that I have to do as Crone to ensure that there is the next generation of witches and that everything goes right.

I added, and Yuri gave me a small smile. "Take the next left, Elena," she instructed. "Stop!" I hit the brakes, killing the engine, and observed the big iron gates in the distance. The neighborhood seemed quiet. "Are you sure this is where the witches stay? It looks so modern, unlike..." I trailed off, refraining from mentioning how Emily described their forest dwelling. "I know it's surprising that these witches live among humans instead of in the woods. They recently moved here," Yuri explained as she opened the iron gates. She walked in first, and I followed. One door opened, and others followed suit as witches stepped out of their homes.

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...