Witchy Diary Novels & Stories

The weight of their mockery threatened to crush me, but I mustered the strength to step back, desperately trying to shield myself from their taunts. “Just leave me alone,” I said with as much courage as I could. Unaffected by my plea, Jessica lunged forward, attempting to grab the diary from my grasp. Swiftly sidestepping, I managed to avoid her, protecting the sanctuary of my private thoughts. I cannot let Jessica see my diary. It recorded everything that happened with my mother and all the things Jessica and other students did to me. It held words I used to encourage myself throughout the years being branded the “wolfless weirdo”.

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious. Who knew little Miss Perfect had so many juicy secrets?” “You… you read it?” Tiffany gasped, her stomach churning. She felt dizzy, like the ground was tilting beneath her feet. Jacob’s eyebrows waggled suggestively. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Wanna find out?” Tiffany’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “Stop it! Just give it back, please!” “Come on, Tiff,” Jacob teased, holding the diary tantalizingly close before snatching it away again. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.

“Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement." Reading through the entries, the diary revealed a side of Claire I had never known. Cindy, a younger version of her, wrestling with the shadows of addiction, finding peace in the simple act of journaling. Each page showed her battles, triumphs, and the intimate details of a life she had kept hidden from me. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but notice her overly romanticized view of Scott

I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth. "I wonder what I'm going to wear today." I say to my self. I floss and go back to my room to find something to wear. Nothing. I have nothing to wear. Ugh could this day get any worse. I suddenly remember I'm a witch. I grab my phone and search for outfits on p*******t and I find one that catches my eyes. I stand and study the picture detaily before imagining it on me and in a second, the outfit is on me.

"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

We all watched as pain crossed his features and he reluctantly backed away to give her space. "Eloise," Sadie's voice shook," come here." She opened her eyes that now shined a beautiful shade of orange. Beth backed up closer to Anise as she saw it. Likely afraid the witch was going to lose control of her power. I timidly came forward and peered into the tin. Faded old photos of what looked like a young Sadie and Finn were inside. Along with jewellery and yellowed notes. "Where is the artifact?" I tried sounding neutral but instead sounded scared. Sadie seemed angered, but instead I could taste the immense sadness she was radiating. Finn was doing the same, only he visibly was displaying he h

The other kept on twitching and I had a pretty good idea what she was about to do. 'Don't you come closer to me. ' Monica's confidence faltered. She took a step back as Tamara approached steadily. My wolf sat back, anticipating what was about to come. He knew that Monica was dangerous, but he also was aware of the retaliatory capability our little witch owned.

There’s no way I can heat it, and if it’s this cold in August already, what’s it gonna be like by December? With a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, I go to my favourite room, the library, and start to go through the next shelf of books. In the back, hidden by a gnarly grimoire written in Spanish, I find a handwritten diary. On the cover, the witch wrote the title: * Witches and Werewolves. * Interesting.

I must admit that I thought that it would never happen, that we would never meet this great white witch we have been told to help. She left behind something, a Grimoire that we should give to this great white witch. That was not all we were told to give her, they said that she was going to need something else, I wish I knew what the second thing was, it would be so easy to help her. We witches are loyal to a fault and we always look out for one another. We have always known that there's other creatures with power, In my great Nana's diary I read about a vampire she met. She said that she was the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, that she had long beautiful silky her, fair skin and beau