Worst Witch Cast Novels & Stories

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

"We will leave in two days. I'll be bringing forty warriors and five of the most powerful witches. While the lycans will be led by me, I want the witches to be led by our most powerful new asset—Nova Laurent." My eyes widened as I looked at him. My lips parted, and I sucked in a breath preparing to speak, but before I could make a sound… "What?!" Well, Maren took the word out of my mouth. Then she stormed in from the first row of the audience, stopping right in front of me and Asriel. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she spat, glaring at the one she called her Master. "I am the most powerful witch you have! I know how to fight using magic better than anyone!" There was anger and a plea

The plan commenced as soon as we all nodded our heads. An incoming mind-link while we stood outside alerted us to the witches' presence at the border. Having given them access, three witches emerged before everyone in a matter of minutes. The group consisted of an older woman, a middle-aged woman, and a young woman. All in black dresses and gold necklaces, their eyes were striking: white for the oldest, green for the middle one, and purple for the youngest. "Good afternoon, ladies. I'm Alpha King Castro, and welcome to The Acadia of Saints pack. I appreciate you carving out time to visit, even with your hectic schedule. My mate has been abducted, and I urgently require your assistance. My in

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai

Lien has stood in his spot for two minutes and his aggravation keeps growing with each second Hecate doesn’t provide the answer he needs. “The witches are already working on it,” she says still with her eyes closed focusing on her spell. His aura intensifies becoming more overwhelming when she replies to him, which signifies he dislikes her answer. All plans that he crafted have been put on hold because of the Darhk’s inability to lure the pixies in for the sacrifice. He believes it’s a prove of incompetence considering they consist of the three dominant supernatural beings, with enough ability to compel the pixies either by force, deceit, or trap spells.

“The Witches took the blame for the first time because the boutique was destroyed with a spell, but this one shows that we’re not the evil ones against the school. Killing two people with really promising magic doesn’t make any sense.” “That’s true,” Draven said. “I really don’t think the Witches are to be blamed again for this.” “We could be dealing with a group that has at least one person from each kingdom,” Kodak suggested. “Exactly, bro, and that’s the worst-case scenario. Because how the hell are we gonna tackle that?” Torvin said. The question hung in the air for a moment. “This is really bad,” Christie sighed.

Never mind. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Aira’s POV “You guys are the worst !!” I huffed through the mindlink as I watched the fifth witch walk straight into our gross trap and die.

[Hyacinth] Gamma Cameron McCoy can be surprisingly convincing when he needs to be. He's attractive, charismatic, and intelligent. If anyone has a chance of tricking the witches, it's him. Or at least it should have been. "Oh no, Mama," Bash is shaking. "The witches! The witches are coming." That is all the warning we received before we were tossed into chaos. The lights flicker out all at once as steps descend. "Cindy, get Bash out of here! Go!" Drew urges, but we stay, frozen in place. He's right, neither one of us has enough power to fight.

I ask, and Allie shrugs. “Probably going to be pissed, but then he can just move faster.” She looks at the others. “Rose, you should know that Talia, Tabatha, Dia, Athale and Freya are witches - half and half for Freya, but still.” She looks around. “Let’s go and kick some ass. Do your worst guys. If you don’t mind, Rose.” Rose shakes her head, the sadness pushed aside for pure rage and determination. “Let’s do this.” She says, cracking her knuckles and making the other chuckle.

However the witches were still mourning the death of their sisters, they have lost a great amount of their own in this war including the leader of their coven who was the first witch sergeant Chriswell fired at and gunned down dead. “ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” Lucian screamed as Damian snapped the remaining two claws. Damian wasn't still done with him he moved his hand forward to his chest grabbing hold of Lucian other claws ready to break them all. “ Cast the fucking spell!!!! Say the goddamn words nowww!!!! ” Lucian cried out for help and finally the witches came to his rescue. “ pitssxits quntiss ohma gradalax..... ” the 23 witches remaining started chanting.