Wolf Witch Novels & Stories

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

Gypsy wolves, as the council calls his kind, are still being hunted. The wolf-witches spread out and start chanting in another language as their hands emit tendrils of white light scattering to the enemies’ side. I stare in awe as I watch a wolf-witch release a wisp of white light and disperses it to wrap around an adversary, instantly weakening and slowing him down. The other wolf-witches do the same and I’m relieved to have the sisterhood as our allies. Shrieks of fear and screams for help are heard from all corners of the ranch. Even with my weakened wolf senses, the smell of blood spilled everywhere assaults my nose. My wolf is full of rage, he is ready for retribution… and he is going

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a journey that would reveal the true

A second wolf began sniffing the air, assuming an attacking position. “I smell blood,” he said through clenched teeth. “We have company.” The brown wolf stood in front of the young witch, while the larger wolf came at me in a frontal attack, lunging his paws in my direction. I leaped to the side and backward, skillfully dodging the blows. “These eyes,” growled the wolf, attacking me in a rage. “You're the hybrid they've been talking about all around the world—the one from the legend!” “Legend?” I hesitated, and the wolf headbutted me in the snout, leaving me dazed. He came at me with full force, swatting his paw at my face. “Damn it!” I growled through my teeth.

When the final chant was spoken, the earth screamed. The oak groaned, its roots twisting violently. The moon darkened. And something answered. From the pit, it rose. Not as a pup. Not as a cub. But whole. A wolf larger than any Alpha had ever seen—fur black as the void, veins of crimson light pulsing beneath the skin like living fire. Its eyes opened. One burned blue, cold and bright like a frozen flame. The other glowed ash-brown, ancient and knowing. The witches fell to their knees.

let Sally finish, but I needed to know about this prophecy she kept mentioning. ‘What prophecy?’ I asked. Sally replied ‘I don’t know the exact words, but it says there will be a war between witches and wolves. And that a hybrid is the one that ends the war. Your mother feared that role was meant for her, but after realizing the White Wolf was your age it was more likely to be you’. I didn’t know how to respond. Was my whole life a lie? ‘What does Elias have to do with anything?’ I asked. ‘Elias?’ Sally responded. I blushed ‘The white Wolf. We met a few weeks ago, we’re not on good terms right now ‘ I told Sally. That was the biggest understatement ever. ‘The White Wolf is usually born in t

Again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and warlocks for they are known as the creatures of the dark, followers of the dark prince and all that is evil so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was taboo so to create a deal with them was taking it a bit too far.

He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. In the mist of the battlefield, a dark silhouette rose like an enigma. Troy couldn’t make out who or what it was. All he knew was that she was a woman and a witch. He sensed no danger, and his wolf had no desire to kill her. Strange. His animal loved witches. They were his favourite snack. But the beast was quiet. Content and fast asleep. The woman floated towards him like a ghost, her feet light and sure as she stepped over the many fallen warriors.

the raven-haired whispered angrily and ashamed of himself Let the legend that stood in front of him and with a quick movement cut off the head of that wolf to turn its fur, which was contaminated with blood and became full of it. His sharp teeth are bloody too! His bloodshot eyes stared at that witch smiling beside him, as if she was in control of the situation! Suddenly she raised her hand, pointing at Ardina, who opened her eyes, and Zayn froze in place, staring at how she turned away from him and stood in front of that shocked wolf - her wolf - as well as from the strength of this witch! "Come on, baby, tell your dog to stop causing trouble. Oh my God, look at all these corpses. Is it for

through the war that was raging. I watched in awe and horror as she made her way straight to Argent. He turned his head and saw her and smiled, yelling something to the wolf he was on and turning towards her direction. Anger coursed through me as I turned us towards them. It was like everything was in slow motion and I could see it was going to end in disaster for one of the two. I just didn’t know which, “What the fuck is she doing, Dalton?!” Emery yelled through the mind-link, “I have no clue but we have to keep her covered. Connelly, get over this way. You too, Nick.” They both confirmed with me that they were already headed towards the center of the field. As Tyler got closer the flames