Witching Hour Origin Novels & Stories

That original curse turned out to be spread over generations, and more shifters were born as the original shifters bred with humans. Over several generations, we’d evolved beyond the initial curse and could shift at will once we gained control. Though, the first shift always aligned with the full moon closest to your nineteenth birthday. How it managed to coincide with nineteen, I had no idea. All I knew was that witches were assholes and you shouldn’t cross them. At least we’d been able to break their control over us eventually.

"I've got some shitty news for you tonight." My eyebrows furrowed. "How shitty?" "Hold on..." He must have pulled the phone away, as his voice became fainter. "Why are you awake? No, never mind. Get to bed. Now." "Dad," I recognized the voice and the serious tone immediately, as if she were upset about something major. It was my little sister, Primrose. "You don't understand. The witching hour is at 3 a.m. I need to commune with my people."

Witches, on the other hand, were an integral part of our history. Centuries ago, we were created by witches who needed protection on the nights they performed their most complex spells. Thus, the reason why our shifts aligned with the full moon. A large coven of witches cursed an entire human village to turn into wolves every full moon. The wolves would then roam the woods, keeping witch hunters occupied while the witches did whatever dark magic they wanted. Nice, right?

[Araminta] [Two months later– Summer Solstice 35 years ago] Tomorrow morning is the solstice--a time of rebirth, when the world is ripe with possibilities. It's the\ perfect time to create something new. Everything is blooming, fruit is ripening, and the magic of creation is in the air. To create our new beginning, the witches are depending on the wolves. And this time their leader, Channing, is acting against the wishes of his people to give us witches a true chance at survival. We didn’t ask for this, but we didn't refuse when he offered.

Since the witches in Eboncrest created daylight rings, making it possible for vampires to go out into the daylight without burning to a crisp, the choice to sleep at night or during the day was up to us. For me, it just depended on what I had to do and the timeframe that I had. Since Joanne’s arrival, I had been staying up during the day and trying to sleep at night. I knew the change of time zone would confuse her, and I wanted this to be an easy transition. “I didn’t realize shifting would take so much of my energy,” she murmured against me. “Even if it wasn’t a full shift.” “Has something like that ever happened to you before?” I found myself asking.

Beatrice asked. "How did you know?" Danika asked curiously. "The myths are true. They are special, but not white wolves." "What's special about shifting late?" Danika asked. "You can decide to be human forever," Beatrice said. "How?" Danika asked. "They call them Switchers. They are neither wolves nor humans. The switchers lived with the werewolves and were mostly used as a spy to our kingdom, and we won't notice. The only time we are aware is when they shifted and attacked us. At first, we thought it was something magic, but it wasn't - all witches were in hiding, and the white witches' magic is so pure that nothing as dark as imitating the humans would suffice." Reginald paced around. "We