Zodiac Witches Novels & Stories

Those cows, it was Tessa who took my wolf out, she said she put her to sleep so I wouldn't change when I tried to run away. And as fate would have it, the person who took my wolf has the same name as the little girl whose liver, arm and leg I destroyed, sister of Décima. - Witches? What were they like? - Said taking a tablet from I don't know where. - Their names were Lili, Tessa and Zora. They presented themselves to me as mercenaries looking for money. They kidnapped people and sold them to the family if they were rich or auctioned them off to the highest bidder.

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

Zedicus continued while the rest listened attentively. “Using my mate as a case study, her ancestor was a witch and the generations after her were hybrids including her. That means the witches try to find allies to do their bidding and then dispose of them once they do not need them any longer” Zedicus concluded his theory. There was silence in the room as everybody took in the information given by Zedicus. “So where do you think the ancient witches could be?” Mason asked Zedicus. “I don’t know but, I think we can find out,” Zedicus said, looking at everyone.

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.”

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from

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.

Zander landed beside us, shifted back, naked, blood-streaked, eyes blazing. “Winter,go back. Now.” She shook her head. “No.” “This isn’t your fight,” “It is.” She met his eyes. “I have a plan.” We both stared. “What plan?” Zander demanded. She didn’t look away. “The hybrids’ power isn’t just theirs. It’s channeled. The witches are the source, but they need a medium. Someone strong enough to anchor it. I figured it out tonight. It’s Malashcar.”

“So, witches don’t ride on broomsticks or pray to the devil?” Meredith burst out into laughter. “No. Nothing like that. I would love to buy an expensive broomstick to go with the theme, though.” She stopped laughing and composed herself. “We actually believe in gods, but not like the ones we see in Christianity of Judaism. You already know that the wolves pray to the Moon Goddess. We are the same. We have different gods we pray to. The Moon Goddess is among the strongest of them. Her powers make the waves rise and fall and the animals and earth to be soothed. The witch’s relationship with the world rests on love. We have been gifted by the gods to take care of this planet.” I nodded in vague

"I know this scent." Three women stepped out of the shadows. They were dressed in long, tattered robes made of owl feathers and dried moss. Their skin was as white as bone, and their eyes were completely black—no whites, no pupils, just endless voids. These were the Moon-Witches, the ancient guardians of the Crescent Moon’s secrets who had disappeared centuries ago. "The World-Alpha has a heavy heart," the middle witch said. Her voice sounded like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "You have the blood, child, but you do not have the Eclipse."