Witchy Background Novels & Stories

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

“And make sure you leave, witch!” I rolled my eyes, eyeing a rose but left it. The Beta halted and said again. “She’s not a witch, just a pained girl who only had her silver wolf to protect her, be nice.” I stopped moving and turned to him. What’s he saying? Was he psychic? And I wasn’t a pained little girl. I outgrew that. Jake glanced at me and smiled. “Oh, I figured. That’s why she’s worked with Your Silver. It’s a teenage exuberance ”

I looked at her shaking my head. "Bahm?" A soft voice calls from behind me. I turned to look and it was a succubus witch we went to school with, Gabby. Her brown bronze skin glowing under her black laced, mini dress. 'Gasp!' Does she know him? Wolfy glances at her but then goes back to watching the couple and finally biting down on the pickle from Lenah. "You...know him?" I asked nervously, watching her wide eyes take in his outfit.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

She tried to reach to something in her jacket and I was pretty sure it wasn't a surpise gift for me. I whispered again. This time much quicker, and then she fell unconscious. “Yeah, wolfsbane doesn't protect you against witches, b*tch.” For some reason, I didn't want to drive her truck. I felt it was smarter if I took her in mine and then questioned her in my house. Now, this wasn't smart at all but I felt more comfortable doing it.

She walked in wearing white and baby pink. With a single glance, you could tell she was dressed to the nines from head to toe. When it came to this woman, the supermodels had no chance. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked hand in hand with that beautiful young lady in black for the last time, even though she was wearing blue instead of black. This time, the white witch's hair was adorned with pink diamonds, and the head chain covered most of her head, with some silver chains dangling on her hair that extended all the way down her back.