Wolfoo Witch Novels & Stories

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

Leading them was Rufus, or better still Alpha Nikias Attalos, the Alpha behind the hoods, followed closely by the other Alphas. Behind the werewolves stood the witches, their robes fluttering in the wind, hands crackling with magical energy. They were the masterminds, ready to guide the battle with their spells and incantations. The witch leader, Lillian, had long hair that flowed like a dark river down her back, and her fierce eyes glowed brightly. She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light.

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.

So, that is why Rewa was so worried. A beautiful lady with large, green eyes and black wavy hair walked in through the entrance followed by some more werewolves. She looked gorgeous dressed in a long flowing, blue gown. Her face was smooth as marble and her eyes were so deep that it could anyone captive, but in those depths, there was a dangerous spark. She bowed before Roger and said, “Greetings from the Witch of Zuala, did you call for me, Alpha?” “Yeah, I did call ye. I have a very important task for ye. I want to harness the power of this girl’s wolf spirit.”

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

And now… now the air itself trembled. Because Florence had arrived. From the southern woods, the air turned to rot and ozone. The trees shriveled as a line of witches in blood-red cloaks moved in perfect formation. Their eyes glowed silver, their lips were painted in curse-ink, and at their center— Florence. The dark witch queen of the shattered coven. Her black hair coiled like smoke, her arms raised high above her head as she chanted in a tongue older than ruin. The sky answered her with fury.

My magic, fueled by raw emotion, had amplified the natural forces around me, creating a spectacle of nature's fury. I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. My decision to leave was not just about self-preservation; it was about sparing Alpha from the dangers of knowing the truth about me. As a witch from the Howling Nexus clan, my existence was a secret that could bring harm not only to me but also to those around me. Alpha, in his trust and kindness, had unknowingly placed himself in harm's way by accepting me.

The witches on the other hand didn’t seem to be phased by her nags as they waited for her to finish. “I loved my dad, he didn’t deserve to die” Nordic Wolf was sobbing as she continued to nag at the witches. The first witch stood up from the rock where she had sat and approached the sobbing Nordic Wolf and cupped her cheeks up, staring directly at her. “We had to do that to cast your mind from any form of emotional attachment” she said. Nordic Wolf was visibly furious and spit on her face. The witch simply laughed in an irked manner whilst Nordic Wolf wolf came to the surface.

Vanquish the witches. “You see those three?” She pointed at the trio, who stood inside a protective bubble while summoning a gush of wind to throw them off balance. “They're the most powerful witches in the group. Once we get rid of them, the others will be easier to cut down.” Calantha licked the blood off her lips, as she grabbed a rogue wolf and snapped his neck, killing him instantly. “Yeah, I figured that out. The only problem is getting past that stupid protective shield of theirs,” she yelled as the intensity of the wind increased.

The witch let out a derisive laugh. The wolves of the Sun Forest Pack were now aware of the perpetrator behind the infertility of their she-wolves. The Alpha Rogue's associates were not used to making the she-wolves infertile. Except for female rogues, the rogues use the witches' power. "If this happens again, we will not help you! We shall engage in battle, even in the absence of the rogues! We shall dismantle this hideaway," she declared with a determined glint in her eye. Krisanta's words were sharp as a blade, causing Emman to instinctively retreat.