Monster Witches Novels & Stories

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."

The witch chuckled softly again. “Oh, come now.” Her voice was filled with amusement. “Let’s not be dramatic.” Marcus turned toward her sharply. “What is it?” The witch smiled. “The first monster.” The words made the air feel colder. Callum blinked. “First monster?” Davian’s jaw tightened. “You mean before the ancient Alphas?” The witch nodded. “Yes.” Her red eyes gleamed with excitement. “Long before wolves had rulers… before packs… before the queen.” She pointed toward the forest.

Nathaniel stood at my side, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on the horizon. And behind us—hundreds of warriors, my people. Our pack. Some were trembling, others stood defiant, weapons clenched in fists or paws, depending on whether they were in human or wolf form. Maria and Thane were issuing orders, rallying the scouts and healers. But none of us could deny the truth. The witches were here. Not just any witches—Inadu’s descendants, the corrupted hybrids Ama had whispered about in her dreams and lies. The ones who didn’t just want power, but wanted to erase the werewolf race.

When they learned of the Moonbound and her extraordinary powers, they saw an opportunity—a weapon that could tip the scales in their favor. One fateful night, the wolves attacked the witches’ homes. It was a massacre. The witches, despite their magic, were overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Many died defending the Moonbound, and in the chaos, the wolves captured her. The wolves manipulated her, twisted her loyalty, and exploited her powers. She became a feral being, an unstoppable force of destruction. They used her to crush rival packs, to wipe out any threat to their growing power. But the constant manipulation and the endless violence broke her spirit. Eventually, she couldn’t bear what she ha

“The rituals have been happening for decades. Failed children. Failed vessels. Failed monsters.” A sailor looked pale now. “Monsters?” “Yes,” she answered calmly. “Many creatures roaming this world today were created by witches trying to perfect their rituals.” I suddenly remembered the river demons. The forest creatures. The things inside death valley. A cold feeling crawled down my spine. “The rituals are not complete yet,” the woman continued. “But something has changed recently.” Derek’s jaw tightened. “What changed?” “You.” The old woman pointed directly at him. “The moment whispers spread that the Demon Wolf had returned, witches everywhere became desperate.”

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

“What?” “Nightmares.” Dominic said. He could hear the unease in Paul’s voice as he said this one word. The initial thought: black horse, red eyes, fire-breathing. That’s just one of many versions. These monsters were gatekeepers of a sort. Meant to keep shifters in their place. Not just shifters, vampires, druids, and other creatures. Nightmares are more of a catch-all name for a creature used to hunt the slave species who rebelled against their Fae overlords. The slave species trapped their Fae overlords in their home realm or dimension. It depends on the story and generation you read how it’s defined. Mages are finding magic and science-based documents now on what happened. They aim to rea

She wanted to make her son very powerful so she sought the help of the witches to do so. The witches agreed to help her but they warned her that Damien was too young to undergo the experiment they wanted to carry out on him. It is no news that The witches have always wanted to create an army for themselves. The witches created werewolves hoping that they would make an army to fight their battles against other mythical creatures and vampires. They wanted to take over the world by using the werewolves as their army but the werewolves turned against them. They were unable to stand against them and build forces against the witches.

Soon all the knives were raised in the air on another hand— Rosie and other witches started spelling while controlling monsters balanced under them. "BUAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The monsters growled as soon as their bodies started pulling towards the cage. "Phasmatos Tribum!" The witches yelled at the top of their lungs. "Buahhhhh!" The monsters started flying in the air. Their bodies are not in their control anymore. I closed my eyes while collecting all of our knives together. The witches made them gather together, and I made the door with all the knives, caging them inside. Rosie looked at me while giving me a signal.