Blonde Witches Novels & Stories

I tell her. "That would be good. It would have to be something that everybody can agree on. Or that none of them agree on. Whichever you want. It could cause a lot of arguments if only a few like the name though." She tells me. "I understand that one. The witches bicker just like the teenage wolves do. It is going to drive me insane. The only thing that they all seem to agree on is that they do not like the wolves. Besides that, they cannot even agree that blue is blue." I say exasperatedly.

The huge grey wolf was already heading back to the corner when the group of witches suddenly blocked him. “Leave the child alone,” the green haired leader ordered. The wolf howled and more of his friends shifted and joined him in facing the witches. As Crystal watched a slender, red-haired figure appeared behind the witches. Suddenly the wolves were grabbed by a group of leather covered men, they were pinned and neutralized so fast that Crystal blinked in surprise. Before anything more could happen, they were quickly escorted off the dance floor and into a dark hallway away from the club. One of the bouncers nodded to the witches and approached the red-haired witch. A quick discussion follo

Lyric The witches, all of them appearing as old crones, step out of seemingly thin air. It’s a big coven, more than twenty witches and mages, and all of them are hidden from Bryce’s prying eyes. “A mixed coven,” Pria says. “That’s rare. Usually women don’t allow men to join their coven.” “Two weeks ago, I didn’t think women could be Alphas,” I remark dryly. “Guess you don’t know everything yet.”

Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too long. But they were not alone. Figures stepped out from the shadows. Five witches, their skin pale as moonlight, their eyes black pits of corruption. They wore robes stitched with crimson thread, their movements inhumanly fluid. "You dare set foot in our king’s sanctum? The Bloodstone is eternal. You will be its next offering." The leader of the witches said. Delilah lifted her hands, power sparking between her fingers. Kimberly’s claws slid free as her wolf surged forward, protective and defiant. Yoona’s lips moved silently, the beginnings of a spell that shimmered in the ai

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

He's such a good little puppy. We reach the front door just as two warriors lead the two witches in. I remember Ariel. She's beautiful with long black hair with a few grey streaks. The witch next to her is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes, and a body that suddenly makes me self-conscious. If we hadn't already marked each other, I'd take Wyatt to our bedroom and lock him up.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Water, fire, earth, air, and shadows are the main categories for witches. Within each category, there are subsets that follow the rules of that main branch element. Sometimes, witches are born with more than one element they can control, or they can use all subsets within one element. Even so, all witches auras are usually purple in color, and we smell of lavender, most times. Depending on the person, the aura color can be darker or lighter. The darker the aura, the stronger the person and vice versa. There are other species like Vampires whose auras are usually black or fairies whose auras are usually yellowish orange. Not everyone can see or distinguish anothers aura. I've been blessed wi

Janeka scowled. The three witches took each other's arms, they stepped toward the creatures approaching them. Edmond faded away while they scoffed. At least, he made things easier for them. Danica blast them with firepower and some of them exploded. After some seconds, the pieces of their flesh and bones that scattered joined back together forming the same creature with bulgy eyes. The blight was a monstrous creature mostly made of bones and skeletons. They were armed with swords that could kill a human at one slay, their head was a skull and it was covered with a brown mask. They screeched as they approached the four supernatural who were attempting to defend their town.