Riding Witch の小説・ストーリー

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.

Alone. A witch.

“You mean it won’t be easy.” She shook her head. “Witches are tricksters. They’re slippery and sly. They can teleport, change their appearance, and even move their entire homes with the snap of a finger. If you make an attempt and fail, the witch will come after you with a vengeance unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” The warning hung heavy in the air. Nathan, who had been silently listening, finally spoke. “So, if we do this, we have to get it right the first time. No room for errors.”

A new determination settles in my chest and I shut off the water and get out to dry off and get ready to go to my office and make some calls. (Beth POV) I have been sitting on this log just inside the forest watching as the Goddess goes from wolf to wolf attempting to install wisdom and encouragement. WItches are different. We weren't born from the Moon Goddess and we don’t worship her. We worship the elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. Witches can align themselves with whomever they please, some with packs and with any other species including humans. Most witches practice black or white magic, I prefer grey. I believe that even black magic can be used for good though I am careful with wha

Here they were the Witches of the West, North, and South, casually convening as though it were an ordinary gathering. Witches are volatile beings, their very bones infused with magic. They should never be conflated with humans; humans cannot innately craft effective potions, nor inherit magic through their bloodline. One must always approach a witch with respect and caution, for they can transfigure you into a toad in the blink of an eye. It's essential to remember that while witches may appear to offer assistance, their true intentions are often veiled. Much like a contract with fine print, they tend to harbor clauses that serve their interests alone.

I braced myself, waiting for the pain, but a flash of wind breezed past me. A yelp from beside me caught my attention, and I glanced over to see an enemy wolf slam into the house. My legs faltered, and I looked back at the witch, who was lowering her hands. She beamed, her cognac eyes warm. “We got you, Your Majesty.” I tilted my head, wondering if this was a dream. The witch had lifted me inside a tornado, and now she was vowing to protect me. Her actions were at odds. Oh, by the way, our witches may get there before us, the older man who had to be the alpha linked again. They decided to drive instead of trying to keep up with us while we’re in animal form.

Not because she was queen but admire the power she had over his King to make him step into the land of Goddess and summon dozens of witches just to see her again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and Witches for they are knows as the creatures of the dark, follower of the dark prince and all that is bad so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was a taboo so to create a deal with them was too much.

"Witches are dangerous. Everyone knows that." "This one wasn't. Just... unconventional." Britney shrugged. "She lives a few hours north. Deals in herbs mostly. Natural remedies. Some people call her a charlatan, but my sister swears she's the real thing." A witch. The word settled in my mind like a seed finding fertile soil. Magic was real—every wolf knew that. Our own existence proved it. Shape-shifting, mate bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. But witches operated outside pack law, outside the rules that governed our world.

Every year many royal and noble men come here with respect, asking to marry a witch, but few succeed. Witches are born with magical powers. They can cure diseases, make prophecies, and even read minds. Every 100 years, adult witches go to the valley to pray in the Mother Spring, and then drink from it. All the faithful witches will become pregnant and give birth to a new witch within a month of drinking it. That's why witches don't marry but keep breeding.

Alexi was about to take them on, this war was going to be won, and it was going to be won by her pack. Alexi stared at the witch who had to be centuries old; she looked every bit like a dark witch should look, right down to the wart on her nose, scraggly black hair, and piercing black eyes. Alexi saw the witch throwing a fireball at her. As Alexi laughed and hurled water balls into the air, the fireballs fizzled and turned into embers in the air. As Alexi made a small tornado just for the witch, she tossed her miles away, ejecting her from the pack. It was her original plan at least, but the witch escaped her tornado. Alexi shakes her head, thinking this witch thinks she can beat me. Alexi d