Zodiac Witches Novels & Stories

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

“We already know. They’re witches—rejected mates. They began as a healing circle, but bitterness consumed them. They turned to black magic. Most have lost their souls entirely.” A chill ran through me. “And they’ll attack again?” “Not often,” Saoirse soothed. “Their power relies on rare moons and planetary alignments. We’ll defeat them when the time comes.” --- I left soon after, but not before glancing up at the balcony. There she was—my stubborn little wolf, pretending she didn’t need me. She would never admit it, but her heart bent toward mine. If she couldn’t decide, I would decide for her. My heirs and my mate belonged in my pack.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

THE EARTH WITCH COVEN It was another day for the secret meeting of the earth witches. They needed to know the progress on the issue at hand, which Is how to defeat the black witch of the Ivory Coast. The only person that had put great fear in their tender hearts. The witches were seated and murmuring as usual. They were getting impatient already. Ella, the white witch of the Ivory Coast walked in with her daughter and Alora, her second in command. Everywhere became silent and the witches stood up to honor her.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

I was pretty sure this was against the rules. Witches might be powerful and seem amazing but there’s a reason they stay neutral, and that’s because if they tried to fight, they’d lose. Our ‘mighty’ Zetas can formulate concoctions to make us immune to their spells and potions—with the help of an evil witch that would sell her whole division out for protection or money—and even if we couldn’t, we’re higher in numbers and they wouldn’t stand a chance. We’re basically fighting machines.

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."

Alcazar said. Enzo and Adolf glanced at each other. "Wait, what do you mean by, for now? You think they will come back again?" Enzo inquired. Alcazar sighed heavily. "Enzo, these witches, they are desperate. They lost their kin; their existence depends on how much power they can accumulate again. That depends on how many sacrifices they can make. They are already burying the dolls, so all they have to do is bring them to life. So they won't abandon this so easily. Now go and search for Wanda," Alcazar instructed them. All three of them split up in three directions.