Zodiac Witches Novels & Stories

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

“Because the moon goddess has chosen me to work with the great unifier. She is in danger, and as the witch assigned to help her through her battle with Enzo Darkmoore, I have come to seek your help as our hands are tied.” Hazel exhaled shakily after this, then waited for them to pass their judgment. “Very well then, you may turn around to face us!” the women ordered, and Hazel turned at once as Halle had instructed. In front of her stood a raised platform of ten witches, all dressed in white cloaks, sitting on huge thrones looking down at her. She felt very small before their towering figures. “You seek the release of Radolf Clawmark, do you not?” one witch in the circle asked, diverting Haz

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

Victoria looked grey, like she was going to be sick. "What's wrong?" "I was wrong. They aren't after the twins. They took Ellen." "What do you mean? Who are they? "The Gideon Witches." "The what?" "The Gideon Witches are dark witches. They use death and sacrifices to become more powerful. They're taken, Ellen. I tried to track her, but I was not strong enough. Only you can find her. You have the strongest link to her." "Tell me what to do." Victoria started chanting in some creepy language. Before she could finish, Maddox, Damon, and Lucy burst through the door.

The witches glance up to see them, Azalea screaming and running to Alaric, throwing herself at him in a tangle of limbs as his arms wrap around her. “Have fun tormenting the other wolves?” He looks at her, smiling. Azalea rolls her eyes and pouts. “No. I haven’t gotten a single spell right this week.” She hugs Alaric tighter as Zander saunters into the room. “Right,” he claps his hands together, “you two have a lot to get sorted this week so the witches will help in any way we can. A lot of witches from other covens are coming to the wedding, as are many packs from all over.” Alaric looks towards Zander, confused.

"She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake." "We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments... Even to Sagacious Inquisitor," I said as I fell against the wall, then slid down to sit on the floor, knees bent. I hung my head, then covered my face with my hands. "They're taking on the personality of the witches whose name they choose. They're being brainwashed, turned out, and then initiated into this... coven with their new covenant name," I said as Keegs shook his head in agreement, joining me on the floor. "What's that term you always use, Kelly... BOHICA?" Keegs shook his head again.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"

“Your blood… it’s different.” Her heart skipped. “What?” “It smells like a wolf. But also… something else.” He leaned closer, inhaling. “Like magic. Old magic.” She shoved him back. “Don’t.” He stood abruptly. “You’re not just a hybrid. You’re Lycan.” The word hung in the air like poison. Seline froze. Lycan, the ancient wolf-blooded witches, hunted to extinction centuries ago. Her mother’s warning echoed: “Never tell anyone what you are.”

“It seems the Wolf mother was caught between the two sides. Her power was a threat to both, so they sought to control her—or destroy her.” The words sent a chill down my spine. I had always wondered why the witches seemed so intent on me, but now it was starting to make sense. My connection to the Wolf mother wasn’t just a source of strength—it was a threat to their plans. “This changes everything,” I murmured, setting the scroll aside. Rachel nodded. “If the witches are trying to reignite this pact, it could explain their alliance with the rogues. They’re using them as pawns, just like before.”