Zodiac Witch Novels & Stories

At its centre was a circular platform, glowing faintly with moonlight—even though they were indoors. The Priestess stepped onto it. “The Moon Goddess created the werewolves,” she began. “To protect balance.” Zoe listened carefully. “Witches were created alongside them and gifted with knowledge. Power. But unlike wolves… they were not bound by loyalty.” Zack crossed his arms slightly. “We were taught they were wiped out.”

Grandpa said. “However, you need to be careful, Zoe ! Zelda was a very powerful witch too. She gifted a six hooded snake to Victor. So, your powers are almost matched except that he has lost three mates and hence, three wolves already,” he added. “Grandpa, was killing the mates of my mate wrong ?” I lowered my head grimacing the fact that I must have hurt my mate.

He bowed, "Anything to help find her?" "The witch said mark of the goddess, a female and was once a member of this pack." "Once a member?" Wesley echoed. "Yeah." I agreed, "That means we have to find out who was sent out of the pack this last few years and those that left willing. Get me a list now." I ordered. He left and reappeared few minutes later. There were just about ten female on the list in the past twenty years. Only nine were banished and the last one ran away. I recognized the name instantly, Zora Hendrix.

She felt only the fire. Inside her, the "Witch" was no longer a dormant spark or a gentle guiding hand; it was a white-hot, unchecked inferno. Her hair, a cascade of deep violet, whipped around her face in the gale, the brilliant silver streaks within the strands glowing with a celestial, lunar light. Her eyes were no longer the soft violet of a woman; they were glowing orbs of incandescent silver, the mark of a High Priestess Witch fully awakened. It clawed at the lining of her ribs, its hunger fueled by a primal, maternal desperation that threatened to consume her sanity.

He's even using his only family. I felt like to cry because I didn't expect this to be happening. "Your sister and the rest would die in three days and then your empowerment would be complete. The demon Alpha wouldn't be a match for you" the witch said. With her voice, I get to know who she is. She is Zippora, the little witch that wiped off a whole village because she was angry if not being acknowledged. As young as she is, her witch power is so powerful and that's how brutal it is.

A werewolf shouldn't be able to undo any sort of seal placed on someone by a witch. Mitch raised his hand when he noticed her glare. “I rubbed my hands on a potion derived from wisteria leaves with some other things, it has the ability to nullify seals for a short while. I stole it from Tessie.” It was then that Aurora noticed that his hands indeed had a purple hue to it. “What do The Seekers want from me?” She asked as he continued to remove the seals. “They are all working for Saxton but they have their own goal as an organization. First, they want to conduct experiments on you and study your blood. You are the strongest hybrid ever seen, your wolf is an Omega and your witch powers act up

The woman cried. "What's happening Mom?" "Her Two daughters are Moon Light Witches and they've broken out." Hannah said. "You can hold Moonlight Witches in bondage during the Full Moon but when they perceive the presence of a Winter Wolves, No Mortal weapon can stop them." "No, We have to warn Rio." "It's not Rio alone, It's All the werewolves." Hannah said. "Mom do they come to existence like other witches?" Tara asked. "They're offspring of a werewolf and a witch, Her husband was a werewolf.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

“Yes. A witch may not always realize it herself, but her magic does…It knows when it’s safe.” “So a witch subconsciously knows when she’s with her destined person,” I said, thinking out loud, “just like a mate bond for werewolves?” A quiet chuckle escaped Ms. Joyce. “Similar, but not the same, It depends entirely on the kind of witch she is, some bonds are loud and immediate while others are gentle and patient…revealing themselves only when the witch is ready.” Zion shifted slightly in his sleep, his arm tightening around Linda without waking up. The glow reacted, pulsing again.

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?