Wolfoo Witch Novels & Stories

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

The world tilted. One heartbeat I was standing in the bustle of the market; the next I was somewhere else entirely. I was in a dimly lit room where a hooded witch was leaning over a table. Gold coins spilled across the wood. She was speaking to someone hidden in the shadows in low tunes. “She’s a Direwolf,” the witch said. “The evidence we've been looking for. They still exist.” “Good. We must find them and eliminate them. Their powers are too strong for this world.” The cloaked figure replied.

she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. I sat up straight, my heart racing with anticipation. “What is it?” “The Nuvola tribe in Vaelothor was once a tribe held in high regard," she began. "They were known to be witches and healers, and spoke mainly Nuvolish. They were believed to possess great magic.” My mind raced with questions, but I let Benny continue. “They can enchant werewolves, but it takes a strong witch to do that. If a werewolf is enchanted, the witch has to break the spell. The spell can only be broken through death if the witch refuses.”

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

My wolves growl low, hackles rising, but none of them step forward. Cowards. I limp toward it. “Show yourself.” The fog tightens, pulling in, condensing like breath on a mirror. And the witch steps out. Not whole. Not solid. Not strong. But present. Her form flickers like dying candlelight. One moment tall and sharp, the next blurred and broken. Her cloak trails behind her in tatters, frayed edges smoking where the light must have burned through. She looks smaller than before. And more furious. Her voice drips like venom.

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.

“I know you’re blaming yourself, but you know that witches have the upper hand against us. I doubted that there was anything that you could have done, Alpha King or not.” He was right, as much as I wanted to deny it. Unless you had the element of surprise, wolves were usually powerless against witches, who could make our brains pop with simply a snap of their fingers. Even an Alpha King like me, the highest ranking wolf out of the three wolf clans of Saint Terrir, wouldn’t be able to last long in a head to head brawl with a witch. Everett ran a thumb over his eyebrow. “Is Orla all right, though?”

[KILL WHAT'S LEFT] The witch let out a flash of blue light from both hands. The light morphed into a sword held in her hand. The witch did not realise that there was another wolf sneaking up behind her. In one breath, the wolf behind her pounced on the nape of the witch's neck and broke it.