Invenina2016 Stories

Maybe you've heard of them in your typical bed time stories. Maybe you've read about them or pretended you were one for Halloween. But I bet your bedtime stories aren't quite like this. Witches. Your typical green-skinned, long-nosed, pointy-hat witches don't compare to anything here. We don't fly on broomsticks or use wands, we kill. It's the only way we've learned how to survive. I learned that the hard way. It's either kill or be killed. I've been through betrayal. I've been through pain, I've summoned magic. I've lost the ones I love countless times. Face it, this is the real world. Witches have powers at their finger tips. I have even more- practically the only kind. No, not the only witch. The kind that they can worship or destroy. The kind that they can cower to or fight. I've never had to truly use my powers, dig in my past, use all of the strength from my body. Until now. Get ready, this is the real world. Or... in other words... these are the real worlds.