Blonde Witches Novels & Stories

I had to win because we were up against Juvilan and Stacy’s team. "Let's throw a towel at your ex and your garbage cousin," Lore said. "Come here with me, Carmilla," Maurice said. These two are obvious! Seriously, are they using a couple heroes? Carmilla and Cecilion? What a corny pair, they are obviously in a relationship, but they are just keeping it hidden from us.

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

They only kept on increasing the more I kill. I lost contact with my wolf and start to loose my energy gradually which is really strange, my wounds are refusing to heal. By the time I killed the fifteenth wolf I could barely maintain my stance. I fell to the floor on one knee, barely holding up with dizziness setting in fast from blood loss while the rest of the wolfs took the opportunity and launched another attack to finish me off completely. A surprising blinding light shine through the forest and the atmosphere suddenly become disturbed. Cloud rumbles with great dissatisfaction while it darkens with the speed of light, the air around thickened while piles of dead leafs rose from the floo

I watched in horror as the witches used a spell to blast into my mate killing him instantly. My heart and soul shattered as my wolf was losing control at the loss of our mate. Wolves and witches began to watch me in horror as they all stepped away. I saw a puddle near me looking into it. I was shocked, her eyes were glowing like mine do. Helga stood smiling evilly as she began taking our witches and wolves with so much strength it was terrifying. After awhile a powerful witch appeared she had long black curly hair with crystal blue eyes, she was younger looking maybe in her 30s she looked slightly familiar it was weird.

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

I hissed in pain, watching as blood welled up, warm and thick, dripping down my wrist. The witch’s tongue slithered from her mouth. She licked the wound. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was tasting me. Her eyes rolled back, and she shivered, her body convulsing in what looked like sick pleasure. Then she turned to Beth. Beth whimpered, shaking her head. “Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t—” The blade came down. Another slice. Another shudder of delight from the witch as she devoured the blood.

This morning, we came to check on the living arrangements, and Mom thought it would be best to meet old friends and start spreading the news since I used to summon them from this same forest when I was younger, and I agreed. Some witches started coming from different parts of the country. Once the east wing of the witch colony was finished, Mom started calling them. Since then, two more buildings have been constructed. The final wing, where Mom and my aunts will occupy, is still under construction. Nate and Bastien planned everything: the ritual room on the penthouse, and the three sisters had their individual suites just below that. The library and stockroom will occupy two floors beneath t

The third with brown hair said in annoyance. “Honestly, can't you see how weak she looks, she's not even that pretty but still she was able to turn everything upside down the first day she came here, that cunny Witch,” The first said with spite and I could not help but feel bitter and angry and pained. I wanted to defend myself but all four of them froze looking petrified. “Alpha AJ,” the fourth with blonde hair and heterochromia eyes said, and all of them in the training ground, bow their heads including Jessica and her opponent. I could feel the dangerous aura oozing from Axel's body.

With her hands on her waist she asks, "and what color is it?" "Oh!" they both say together. "Yeah, she should have silver colored hair which explains the transformation." "So if I get you right, my hair is this color because I'm the Witch Supreme?" Sarah asks and they all nod. "What are you?" she asks Katrina. "A witch as well, Supreme." "And since I'm the Witch Supreme I'm the most powerful right?" she asks again and they nod again. Sarah goes silent and they all watch her, Jason and Lukas seem nervous because they don't know what her reaction to that would be.

Yes, they used brushes, but it was still too close! The other two witches were working on Talia, but she didn’t notice it at all because all her attention was on two females that were within the touching distance of her mate. Once the golden designs were done, both Drake and Talia got to sit on chairs while witches braided white flowers into their hair. Actually, only Talia got braids because Drake’s hair was not long enough. For him, witches used the golden paste as a hair gel, and they twisted strands of his hair while sticking flowers in there.