X Witchmade Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

While the alpha questioned the beta, the guards of the shifter council went ahead and then placed an iron collar around the witch who was on the floor writhing and trying to get away from them. “ You have ruined our pack!” The alpha finished saying while the beta who was on the floor looked up at his alpha in a daze and then shook his head in disbelief. “ No, No, you have to be mistaken…she is not a witch, she has been with me for so long and you know it alpha, she will …she can never harm anyone, tell that they all are wrong!” The beta named Xavier seemed to be possessed as he looked at his female whom he has marked and imprinted on, he was afraid that if she was taken from him then he will

I guess if you look like the moon goddess carved you from stone, you have nothing to be self-conscious about. Xander smiles at them. “Good afternoon, ladies. I’d like you to meet Maeve. As you heard, she’s my mate and a witch.” “Hello, Lady Maeve.” They all say at once. “Are you a good witch?” “Or a bad witch?” “Well, I try to be a good witch.” I look at Xander, then back at them. “What makes me a good witch?” They all look at each other. “Do you hurt people?”

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."

Maggie screamed, pushing through everyone to reach her daughter. "The ruby!" Cecilia pointed to the blood-red gem hanging from Xenia's neck. "Xavier, Gavin—destroy it!" The two Alphas moved together perfectly, attacking from different sides. But Belinda was ready. A wall of pure darkness shot up around her, throwing both men backward. "You think I wouldn't protect my anchor?" the witch sneered. "After three hundred years, I've learned to guard against every—" She never finished. Maggie, driven by fierce mother's love and desperation, threw herself through the barrier.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

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.

Both girls had been quiet since entering the room, neither saying anything. “If another witch put a spell on this house, then yes, it should stop any spell that Xavier has used. If it is the same witch with whom Alpha Michael has had dealings, then she is a very powerful unaffiliated witch. She has not been part of a coven for 30 years or more.” Elder Rosemarie walked over and sat back down next to Maria and Jennifer. I am sure that she could sense that the girls were quite nervous about what was going on.

* Beverly shot to her in her head and Anna tried to breathe steady, but then, "You are a witch?" The hurt, the pain that flashed through his eyes. The disappointment. It all passed through her right now. Tears rushed out of her eyes as she turned the shower on, letting her tears fall with the water. *Queen Kalista......she killed your mate's parents. A witch....you will never....be able to...fix the bond between witches and wolves.* The last words of Wyatt ran through her mind. What did he mean by Queen Kalista caused the death of Xandros's parents? How was that possible? Queen Kalista was her mother from the time of Zaekyr? That was years ago. She must have died since then.