Riding Witch Romane & Geschichten

Witch! ***

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

I instruct before shifting into my wolf. “I hope this works,” Zeus says. She shifts into her wolf and gets ready to attack with Elliot and me. We move closer to them, hiding our scent as best as much as we can, but that probably won’t be a problem since the dominant smell in this place seems to be that of the dead. “Is it ready yet?” “Yes…” the witch says. “You only have one more chance—-” We growl and jump out from hiding and grab his leg. We sink our teeth in, and he yells in pain as he kicks us off.

“May the Goddess empower! May our power devour!” They hovered high in the air. Black smoke rose from the ground, swirling out and then shaping into black misty wolf creatures. “May the shadows rise. May the shadows be their demise.” His pack jumped in the air and tried to snap at the witches, but they kept missing. “Devour them!” The witches rose higher out of their reach. “Devour them now!” Just when he wasn’t sure what they should do to get them down. A broom twirled over him and slammed the first witch in her head. She fell from the air, screaming.

In a moment, his body glowed as a sign of life entered his veins, the witch and the people were surprised. “ Does she have healing abilities?”. The two female wolves who attended to me whispered out loud. The witch held my hands and dragged me along with her into the shrine.. “Come with me”. She yelled out loud! ………………………………………. The witch dragged me to the shrine while the people followed closely behind. I kept mute and watched as she performed some rites and recited some incantations….. “ Stretch forth your hands”. Her old quacky voice commanded. “ I can see you, yes I can see you, Spirit of the High Crest—”. She repeated continuously, as she moved around me.

Since the war, there has been nothing else mentioned in our history books. “Well, hundreds of years ago, if not more, wolves and witches used to be allies. We helped them and they helped us. That was until a newly shifted wolf had lost control over his wolf, resulting in accidentally killing a child of a witch. Both witches and wolves have a weakness against each other. For wolves, we are defenseless against witches in our wolf form but immune to their magic in our human form. For the witches, one single bite from a wolf is fatal.” Eric answered, keeping his eyes on the road. “How are wolves immune to a witch in human form?” I asked, not understanding how that was even possible.

They rallied, their voices rising in unison, a dark chorus that filled the clearing with a palpable dread. My witch pivoted, one hand slicing through the air as another bolt of lightning erupted from her palm. It struck a second witch, the force sending her crashing to the ground in a cloud of smoke and sparks. The power radiating from Evelina was mesmerizing; it was as if the storm itself had chosen her as its weapon. The remaining witches charged, their dark forms darting like shadows. My heart raced, a primal instinct urging me to intervene.

Whatever tickles your pickle. The witch, Citra, is a waiflike, small slip of a girl. She is pale skinned, with hair that is nearly white. She had reached the witch age of majority, 18, and had declared that the Meteoric Rise Pack was corrupt. She had done everything that she could to get Nathan out of there and away from Julian. That was how she was brought to the oracle, Michael. Her goddess, Hecate, had sent her there. It made sense, since Selene had said that she was working with Hecate.

Witch blood. I sprint towards a hut, and I burst through the door. Inside, a coven of male witches stands, their eyes glowing with power. They shout incantations, and a barrage of elemental magic hits me. A blast of wind whips my fur, and fire engulfs my skin. I feel the earth beneath me shift, and I can taste the sour tang of acid in the air. But I'm a werewolf, a creature of magic. I absorb the energy, and my strength increases tenfold. The witches and I engage in a fierce battle. I leap over a jet of flame, and I land with a thunderous crash. The ground shakes, and the hut shakes with the force of my impact. I knock two of the witches off their feet, and I charge at another. He attempts t

The maidens, dressed in white, would gather in the sacred clearing, each hoping to be chosen as the Alpha’s bride. As Alpha Vladimir arrived, the Pack members greeted him with respect and reverence. He walked through the crowd, his presence commanding attention. The clearing was decorated with lanterns and flowers, creating a magical ambiance. The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual.