Wolfoo Witch Novels & Stories

I wait a few minutes then I hear Benny. "Natalie, it's me Benny, I am with Tom. We have some news for you!" I quickly opened the door and let them both enter. "What news?" I asked, eager to find out what they knew. Tome sat me down before he spoke. "I found out that a powerful dark witch created the wolf vlock! That same witch is also responsible for your lost memories!" I was stunned. "How do you know?!" "Your blood came back with a very powerful herb that naturally smells like skunk, but dark magic has altered its smell to hazelnuts!"

They weren’t going to let these witches leave here. “Ha, you are no match for me. Not now your fake Queen is mine to control.” Fiona cackles out, her eyes looking possessed as she starts to say words that I can not understand. As Flint, Fern and the remaining rebels witches join in on her spell, an eery wind picks up causing a fog to rise around their feet. Screams fill the field where the rebel wolves had been knocked out but were now gaining consciousness. They tossed around on the ground holding their ears and shouting….begging for it to stop. For what to stop?

the witch hissed again, “With the Timberfang Pack. Your enemies. Do you think she hasn’t chosen her place? Do you think she actually plans to use that Stormblood of hers to help you take down Alpha Elijah? No, child. She intends to use it to burn you all to a crisp. She's planned everything, patiently waiting for you all to walk right into her perfect trap. And when you do, she will not hesitate to raise her hand and cut your heads off. Or...have you already forgotten that you once sensed her at the Timberfang territory during your attack there weeks ago?" Eleanor's eyes widened, "I thought...I was so sure she was the one. But there was no one there," "There was," The witch confirmed, "The f

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

Orion confessed with a small smile as he set the last empty plate down on the tray. "Ignorant and sheltered?" She supplied while eyeing the empty tray, impressed by his ability to clear his plate so quickly and proud that it was her food he ate so enthusiastically. She may not be all werewolf but she could still feel those baser instincts that made she-wolves want to stuff their mates and pups with so much food they couldn't walk. He pushed the covers off of him, exposing himself and Helena eyed his naked form, unabashedly. "Yes," he responded and she frowned. "But I've also never met a person without a wolf who can create... portals... out of thin air."

EIGHT MONTHS LATER JEFF POV These past eight months have been grueling and the most challenging I’ve ever had to deal with. No vampire attacks had happened but for some reason wolves kept coming up missing. Not just from our pack either. It was happening to packs across the country. Rumors of some turning up weeks later, only to attack their own pack as a rabid. My Beta was searching high and low for a witch that would help us. The issue was no witch wanted to help. They all refused either out of fear of the Vampire King or the fear of using black magic and losing their powers all together. I sat at my desk as I contemplated what to do next. Suddenly my wolf Alec perked up and started runnin

"You’re all heart, kid." She moved down the bar, refilling drinks and nodding at familiar faces. A group of young witches giggled over neon-colored cocktails. A lone werewolf hunched over a beer, his scarred knuckles tight around the glass. Seline kept her distance. Wolves made her nervous. Always had. "Hey, boss." She glanced up. Mira, her bartender, leaned close. The faerie’s blue hair glowed under the dim lights. "Those panthers in the corner… they’re asking about you."

My mother announced in whispers "What did you just say?" I and Lisa chorused, finding it hard to believe My mother's words. "All the witches you see on the day they were killed, The Oracle made a spell that created those dead bodies while their real bodies were taken. He's draining them off their powers into his weapon. Clifford said he's making a powerful weapon that could break this world in half and we would stand no chance with our spells" My mother disclosed silently, "So you're saying that my mother's alive, how would you even think I'll believe you" Lisa retorted as she had her eyes glued to my mother.

“I’m not sure. It took a considerable amount of magical effort to shrink the logs.” I bite back a sigh as I’m reminded of what Aldrich said earlier. The ruler has to be the most powerful witch or wizard, and I'm unable to perform even the simplest acts of magic. I wonder how nobody has questioned the rules in all the thousands of years they have been enforced. Perhaps we have done it for so long that we accepted them as the absolute truth. It is not surprising that when Werewolves arrived in Altair, they rebelled. No wonder they think the laws need to be updated.