Wolfoo Witch Novels & Stories

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

Arla gasped as tears quickly formed. “H-how? Why?” she asked shakily. “The magical barrier is extremely powerful and I know the Elders are more careful than ever now the rogue wolves are targeting witches.” “It wasn’t just rogues this time. Elder Laurel is concrete in her belief that it was a witch who the barrier allowed to enter. It’s possible this witch is working with the rogues, or with the person who the captured witches are being sold to.” Arla finally allowed the floodgates to open. Felix moved his chair closer and rubbed her back gently, offering her a tissue. Alpha Lorenzo hated that he couldn’t comfort her.

Where did that come from? "Our practice is generally limited here, due to the Alpha of the werewolves.", says Rachel leaning closer, in a quiet voice, almost like a whisper. "The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars."

Clarissa said almost in a yell The witch spoke some gibberish words and some incantations, her eyes illuminated and her silk blackish grey hair began floating in the air, without the presence of wind After some time, the lights disappeared "So...." Clarissa inquired, with a raised eyebrow "Well, I couldn't see his identity, it's hidden, which means he is a very powerful wolf, all I can say, is that he has Alpha blood running through his veins" the witch revealed, making Clarissa sigh

But she speaks clearly and I am left flabbergasted, a witch, I have heard of them, but I have never met one before, and to find one that is mated to an Alpha, and has a wolf, that is unheard of. “But, how do you have a wolf? I mean, um, no offence, but I thought witches couldn’t be changed the way humans can?” I am desperately trying to remember everything I do know about witches, which I will admit is not a whole hell of a lot. “Oh, no, I’m not a wolf, well not really, not in the way that you are. I created a potion that allows me to morph into a wolf, I usually only use it when we are planning a pack run, I find it helps the others to have their Luna present as well as their Alpha. Anyway,

I spoke to Liphanel then spoke in tongues to switch him back to a crow. For now I will simply play with them but keep a keen eye on them both, especially Rue. The witch had almost surpassed me there is little she does not know. She is a means for trouble. My ears start to ring. It was like a chim. I grit my teeth and remove the wooden spoon from the cauldron. The liquid quickly turns back to purple. Blasted wolf is calling me and I am certain it is nonsense. I let the wooden spoon drop to the floor and called out to one of my dark witches. "Pilesterpy get here this instant." I shouted and turned to look out the foggy window. I start to speak in tongues, flicking my finger and the glass quick

" Lollie said and the other witch nodded. If that was so, there's a big possibility that it was the witch of the air, Lollie used her power and lit up some fire that she threw up everywhere so we could see what is the creature that roared nonstop. We are all still gathering our energy and we know that we don't have enough power to defeat whatever enemy we have now. Lollie never stopped to throw fire and we all huddled and we made circle forms. In this case, we could see whatever creature was howling wherever he emerged.

Time and space surrounding their immediate area seemed to slow to a crawl as the shadowy forms solidified into five women, the center of whom had raven dark hair and a tawny complexion. “Who do we need to kill, Wolf?” She demanded, the voice the same as the one in his head. “Humans,” he said, unsure of the good it would do. Five more bodies, even witchy ones, wouldn’t make a dent in this madness. “Spare the Wolves. They are…in pain.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than the three central witches’ eyes begin to glow, morphing between a purple and blue so bright it appeared white-hot. The air around them began to crackle, and an unseen force began to blow, kicking up debris and swirling